The trumpets were playing, the choir was singing and there she was, in her white dress covered in discreet diamonds. She walked the alley, alone -her father didn't had bothered to come, the war had ended and only that mattered-
When she reached the end of the red carpet, she held her breath. He was tall, with black hair and red eyes that were piercing her soul. He was a beautiful and young man.
She took place beside him, taking the hand that he was offering her. He smiled at her and she gently responded to him. Maybe love could come after the marriage, who knows ?
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The Queen
FantasyA princess marries a King and becomes a Queen, but she'll quickly realize that happy endings only exist in fairy tales... Will she stood up for herself ?
