Tʜᴇ Rᴇʙᴇʟʟɪᴏɴ ᴏғ Pʀɪɴᴄᴇss Aɴᴅʀᴏᴍᴇᴅᴀ

• Prolouge •

 "You are to marry Sir Cedric in exactly three years. That. Is. Final!"

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The young Princess sat on her bed, the soft silk of her dress sliding across her legs as she curled into a ball, tears streaming down her pale cheeks, as she clung to her hard wooden bed frame.

"Why? Why must I marry him? A man of no life, no culture?"

She cried to herself, the handkerchief her mother had previously been using on her eyes, entirely soaked through with thick, salty tears. She hid her face in her chest, her sandy blonde locks falling around her red face as she wrapped her arms around her knees, as though she were a child playing hide and seek.

In a way, she was - Andromeda Maendosen, a young girl, just barely thirteen years of age, desperately trying to deny her twisted fate, the fate of being married to a man she did not know; a stranger from the bordering Rosevears Kingdom. She sat alone in her room, trying to hide from the harsh reality of her world.

While some had nothing but a horse and a loaf of bread, she had the exact opposite, and although she couldn't be more fortunate in that sense, her riches did not please her - She hadn't the need for them. She yearned for those simple things in her life, a game of chess, a goblet of water, the sun on her skin. Instead, here she sat, alone, crying in her room, for the millionth time, with nobody, not even her mother to comfort her.

While many would kill for the power, money, and status of a royal, Andromeda would not; and among many, there was as one reason that stood out to her the most:

She would be alone until the day she was forced to marry.

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Hi! Author here - how did I do? I've got more chapters and more ideas, but I  still want feedback on this, just to see how I'm doing.

Have fun reading! :)