Tied to the Throne

chapter sixteen

"Up, get up!" a voice urges me, waking me from my sleep.

I could feel the warmth of the sun on my skin, seeping through the blinds and illuminating my room with a golden glow. It was a stark contrast to the dark and dreary mood from the night before.

As I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, the voice that woke me up started to register in my mind. It was urgent and insistent, making it impossible to ignore. I knew I had to get up and face the day, no matter how reluctant I felt.

I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and planted my feet firmly on the ground. It took a few moments for my body to fully awaken, but the stretching helped ease the tension in my muscles. I let out a contented sigh, feeling the relief of loosening my stiff body.

As I stood up, I could see the sun was now blindingly bright outside. The rays filtered through the window and filled the room with light, causing me to squint. I shielded my eyes with my hand and took a few steps towards the window, looking out at the world beyond.

"Tina-"

"Nope, we're already behind schedule. You were supposed to be up half an hour ago. You know you're ought to be downstairs right now having breakfast," her usually soft voice is stern, and confident.

Oh shit.

This is actually happening.

I'm getting married.

Tina hands me a silk robe, and pushes me towards the vanity, sitting me down. She begins to brush my hair, and put it up in a low ponytail, just as a way to keep it out of my face for the time being. She then grabs a wash cloth and stars to rub my face. Making sure there is no left over makeup or oils on my face. After this ensues, she forces me to put on the beautiful robe.

It had a delicate sheen that caught the light and shimmered with every movement, creating a dazzling effect. The white color was pure and pristine, almost ethereal in its beauty, and it seemed to radiate a sense of calm and serenity.

The robe was designed with a simple yet graceful cut, with long flowing sleeves that fell to the wrist and a hemline that skimmed the floor. It had a wide collar that would frame my face and added a touch of elegance to the overall design.

"Okay, downstairs for breakfast Bella!"

Tina is definitely in a rush. How much could thirty minutes really matter?

Nevertheless, I do as she says and pace out of the comfort of my room and onto the cold stairs. There are staff members running everywhere. Carrying different arrays of things from flowers to food. This whole wedding is going to be massive, plus the party afterwards as well. I try to ignore them as I make my way into the dining room.

There stands Juliette, looking anxious and tapping her heels aging the hard floor. "Oh! There you are, quick sit down. Eat," the woman tells me, gesturing to my usual seat.

At the table sits Cammile by herself. Stuffing some sort of fruit into her mouth followed by a pancake. I smile at her and sit down.

"Fancy gown thingy," she says through a cheesy grin. I only smile harder and let out a small noise of laughter.

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Breakfast was so good as always. So many different options, and always cooked to perfection. Me and her had a lot of conversations surrounding the upcoming day.

I now am sitting in a large room that resembles a dressing room. With shelves of makeup, hair and nail supplies, and racks of robes and other clothes. The chair I sit on is cushioned and soft, allowing me to relax as someone unknown to me does my hair.

I now sit in the large room that resembles a bathroom, just minus the toilet, shower and bath. I take in my surroundings. The room is well-lit with warm lights, illuminating every corner of the space. The walls are painted in a pale shade of grey, giving the room a dark touch. The shelves that line the walls are filled with a vast array of makeup, hair and nail supplies, each neatly organized in their respective sections.

In front of me, a mirror stands tall, reflecting the image of the person sitting in the chair. The chair itself is plush and comfortable, with soft cushions that mold to my body. I lean back and let out a contented sigh, feeling the tension melt away from my body as I relax.

Behind me, a person I do not know stands, working on your hair. I watch as they expertly run a brush through my dark locks, creating intricate braids and twists that I could never achieve on my own. They seem to know exactly what they are doing, their movements confident and sure.

Once they finish their work, I look in awe. 

The hairstyle she had created was a work of art. My dark hair had been styled into soft, loose waves that cascaded down my back, framing my face in a flattering manner. A delicate tiara had been placed on top of my head, adding a touch of regal elegance to the look. The tiara was studded with diamonds and other precious stones, sparkling in the light and catching the eye of everyone in the room.

I thanked her greatly, as she left. In turn come in the makeup artist. Although, this person I knew.

"Mum!"

As I saw my mother, my heart leapt with joy and excitement. I had been waiting for her arrival for what felt like an eternity, and now that she was here, I couldn't contain my emotions.

I jumped up from my seat and ran towards her, enveloping her in a tight hug. I buried my head into her shoulder, taking in her familiar scent and the warmth of her embrace. Her arms wrapped around me, holding me close and tight as if she would never let go.

I couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment, for the opportunity to be in her arms again.

We stood there for what felt like an eternity, lost in the embrace. As we pulled apart, my mother looked at me with a smile on her face, and I knew that everything was going to be okay. Her presence alone had the power to calm my nerves and make me feel at ease.

"Hi honey," her voice small and tearful.

I sat down and faced her. She did my makeup, elegant and simple, only enhancing my features and covering a few spots and imperfections.

"Done," my mother spoke and I open my eyes.

"Thank you so much Mum," I reply, truly appreciative to have her here with me on my wedding day.

"Oh, I just know when you put that gown on you will look breathtaking. I don't know how you can get more beautiful every day sweetheart," she finishes with tears in her eyes. I quickly hug her once more.

Her little girl was finally getting married.

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"Okay, let us see!" a rather exited voice almost shouts through the thick door.

As I stand before the intricate mirror, I can't help but feel overwhelmed with emotion. I had dreamt of this day since I was a little girl, and now, with my hair and makeup done and my wedding dress on, it was finally here.

As I look at my reflection, I feel a sense of awe wash over me. For a moment, I simply stand there, taking in the sight before me. I can't believe that this was really happening.

As I take one last look at myself in the mirror, I can't help but smile.

I open the door and both the women's faces light up with shock and awe. Juliette comes rushing over to me, and carefully hugs me. Shortly after so does my mother.

They were both ready now; stunning. I love them so much, words couldn't even grasp it.

"Are you ready?" They ask in unison.

All I do is sigh, I don't have a choice. I have to be ready. So I manage to nod and a small smile itches it's way onto my lips.

I'm really getting married. 

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