Arabella P.O.V
His parents weren't supposed to be back yet, but I wasn't complaining. I could have someone to talk to about this all. Someone to give me advice, to tell my how to do this. I saw Nikolai, Juliette, and Aiden start to walk towards me. Without thinking I straighten my posture and smile at the trio.
I wonder if Cam knows her parents are back.
"Arabella!" Juliette's voice welcomes me; sweet and caring. She always welcomes me with open arms, and I love her for that.
I make my way over to them, the distance short yet I still manage to force myself to walk faster. My heels click on the floor, filling the longing silence. Her and the king are bearing warming smiles, happy to see their daughter in law again. Nikolai on the other hand, his face is covered in that fucking mask. The cold, dirty mask. I recall talking to Benedict, Matteo, and Tina about it, and they told me why he wears it. And sure, I get he's insecure but I'm his fiancé, and as much as I detest the fact, It'll never change.
"Hello! It's so good to finally have you back," I reply, genuine joy lacing my tone, coating my words. My arms extend to return Juliette's hug.
Savouring the moment, I take a few seconds to really take in the embrace. How can his parents be so kind, yet he is quite the opposite? Ugh, he's vapid.
After greeting the king as well, and muttering a brief word to Nikolai, we walk towards the dining room for an early lunch. His parents were starving from the long journey, and just couldn't wait, and who am I to turn down food?
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We all sit at the table, the plates in front of us now clean of food. We had pasta, pesto pasta. It was delicious. But we now sit awkwardly as Juliette and Aiden stay quiet, hoping for me and Nikolai to talk more. This is obviously a futile attempt though, as we now all sit in dead silence.
My hands start fidgeting and they fund there way to play with my ring. The ring he gave me. I have built up a habit of twisting it around my finger in times of distress, which now was definitely one. But this didn't last long, as my habit was cut short by a sound of realisation.
"You did give her the ring!" Aiden's voice suddenly states. He looks over to his son, proud.
"You know Arabella, the rings you and Nikolai have on now were his grandparents?" The man's voice asks.
My face scrunches up into a slight mix of shock and confusion, shaking my head and averting my gaze to Nikolai. That's actually kind of sweet. But like also, I'm wearing some dead grandma's ring right now. Oh god.
"Oh! That reminds me. Arabella, now, I know you may not want this, but I have to ask a request from you."
The older woman's voice piques at the end of her sentence, merging a question and a statement.
I nod, approving her to state her proposal.
"I was just wondering if you would like to wear my old wedding dress for you wedding. Seeing as it's coming up far too soon, and I know you are yet to get a dress. I remembered about mine, and I'm sure it would fit you well, and is still in pristine condition," Juliette looks at me with a small grin and raised eyebrows.
I think for a moment then reply honestly, "I would have to see it first."
Her grin only grows as she gets up excitedly, giddy with hope. Her fast paces across the tile encourage me to get up and quickly follow in tow. And I do just that. We take many turns, and pass many painting hung delicately along the walls before reaching a room where the queen finally stops, turning to me and gesturing to open the door.
The room is small and consists of a few bookcases along the left wall, and shelves hanging on the right. There is a large circular widow covering almost all of the back wall, letting in a gracious amount of light, filling the room with sun rays. But in the centre of the room stands a dress. A white dress on a wooden stand.
Her wedding dress.
It's gorgeous. The lace like material still a nice, clean white, fit with a crystal embedded embroidery centre going from down the from of the dress, cascading up and filling the torso. There are no sleeves and the shoulders of the stand remain bare, however the upper forearm is carefully draped with the thick strap-like pieces of fabric connected the the dress. There is a peach coloured mesh slitting slitting down between the breasts of the dress. It makes it look like the neckline is a heart. Fitting. It is quite large, spilling out drastically from the waist, then falling further back. Creating a small train behind the figure.
The room fills with anticipation, the queen waiting for an opinion on her previous wedding gown.
"I'm speechless, this is - uh, wow. I don't even know how to express how gorgeous this dress is Juliette. I would love to wear it for the ceremony if it's okay with you." I cut myself off with a smile. This is more than I could have ever asked for.
"Oh good! I'm so glad you like it, do you want to try it on?"
I nod quickly.
She ushers me inside and closes the door behind me, allowing me to put the piece on. I admire it some more before talking cation finally.
I take my clothes off, leaving my undergarments on for obvious reasons. Hesitantly, I start to take the dress on the stand, being very careful not to ruin anything. It's surprising not dusty somehow. I place the dress over my head, barely able to hold up the heavy thing.
Once it's on I look down and admire it's beauty. It fits almost perfectly, and looks unreal. I run my hands delicately down the front of the dress. However, in the process one of the crystal pieces cuts my finger.
"Ow," I whisper and look down.
The blood stains my finger like wine, oh so carefully engraving itself into my hand, creating intricate patterns and paintings using the curves and ridge of my skin. It starts to pool, dripping down my hand like water.
"Please, don't make finish this Will, I love you-" scared screams cut off with gut wrenching sobs.
I look down and see my hands covered in crimson, coated thick.
"Arabella! You have to, please. Bels..." His voice filled with guilt and tears.
"Arabella! Are you done in there? Can I come in?"
I jump.
What was that? It was like I wasn't here. Why was there so much blood on my hands and why was Will asking me to do something.
A knocked startles me once again. I quickly lick the blocks off my finger and fix myself up.
"Oh- uh, yeah, c-come in!" a weak confused mumble makes its way out.
The door opens, and Juliette face lights up. "Oh, honey you look so pretty!"
I manage to smile at her as she comes to inspect the fit of the gown some more. This allows my mind to run, the silence.
What was that?
Questions couldn't stop, I mean how could they?
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i have so many ideas for this book, and i want to just start writing them already. but i do need to built plot and character first. but i swear after the wedding (maybe like 3-5 chapters more) things will start to get interesting. also sorry if that blood thing was confusing, it will make sense later, it was a flashback btw ;) thank you for reading and please let me know for any mistakes :)
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