I stare straight ahead, unyielding and unmoving as I watch my parents interact with many princes who no doubt want to marry me, but I only sigh, looking away I try my best not to vomit out my nerves that I'm currently feeling at the moment. Why couldn't I have just been born as a normal person and not the princess of a entire fucking country? It doesn't help that my mum and dad want me to marry a wealthy man all because my stupid father decided to run our whole court and country into debt with his gambling issues and now it of course lies on my shoulders to fix his mistakes. I sigh, sitting down at the banquet I contemplate running away and becoming a farmer or something but I only sigh as I realize that I wouldn't even last a single day out there in the wild.
I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose as the incarnate of irritation walks my way. Tony Stark. Has already had 6 wives and none of them worked out, he's the top pick of candidates that my parents want me to marry. It's well known that Stark's court is the most wealthiest and the most technological advanced than anyone else, but he's never interested me whatsoever. I shake my head, standing up I ignore his calls as I walk outside to the fountain. As I make my way towards there I notice someone out the corner of my eyes. A flash of flaming red hair and piercing emerald green eyes.
There she stood, leaning against the wall, her hands in her suit pants as a cigarette burned at her lips. Natasha Romanoff, age unknown, the most ruthless queen to ever live. They like to call her The Crimson Lady or The Black Widow. She's never had a wife or husband and takes pride in that, instead being an absolute player it's clear from a mile away that she's only trouble. Although her court is extremely rich, only second to Stark's as well as that she has the best army anyone could want. She would be an ideal pick, if it wasn't for her risky behavior and player attitude. I've had a crush on her for as long as I can remember but I'm not her type.
I sigh, staring up at the constellations I smile, only to notice as Natasha makes her way to me. I only give a slight nod her way as I say, as politely as I can,
"Romanoff, it's good to see you enjoying the banquet."
Why is she even here? She never goes to social events, unless needed and this wasn't needed. It was just a dumb party my parents did to see if there was any suitors for me. A complete waste of time and money in my eyes. We didn't have the funds for this at all. We're only digging our-self a larger grave this way.
She says nothing, blowing out a puff of smoke I turn my head away from her, not wanting to inhale the vile smoke. She chuckles, her voice deep and husky as she says,
"I heard that your parents are trying to get you wedded."
I grunt as I roll my eyes, bowing I turn my back to her as I say,
"Goodbye Romanoff, I must leave you."
She rolls her eyes, grabbing my wrist in hers she says,
"You don't want to get married, I can see it in your eyes. But I have a deal to make with you."
I raise an eyebrow as I say, crossing my arms over my chest,
"Yeah? What?"
She smirks, a glint in her eyes as she says,
"Alright, if you marry me for one year I'll make sure to give your country the money they need to get them-self set up, only if you handle the finances of your country while still married to me, not just that but I will also lend hand with my army in wars you need, but I need to hear it beforehand. You only need to marry me for a single year and then we can cut off the deal. Is that alright to you? If not I'll even add in a bonus of some more money at the end."
I tilt my head confusion as I say,
"Why? Why are you asking me?"
She scoffs as she says, irritated,
"My parents are finally hounding on me about getting a wife or husband. I don't want any of that. I'm hoping that having a wife for a year will shut their mouths and make them somewhat happy about it. I mean, you don't have to marry me, but from what I heard from your parents they've already agreed to you marrying Stark if you don't have any suitors you want by the end of the night. So, take your pick, either me or Stark."
I grit my teeth. I had always hated the lack of control over my own life and this was just pushing it too far, but what choice did I have? Ugh, I can't believe I'm doing this...
I sigh, shaking her hand reluctantly she grins as she allows the cigarette to fall to the ground, stomping on it with her heel she effectively puts it out, grabbing my hand she smiles at me as she asks,
"May I have this dance with you?"
I roll my eyes, but not my head anyway. I grunt as we go back inside, not looking forward to what my parents had to say to me, no doubt way too much that I was not in the mood to listen to or handle.
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I was correct, my parents were absolutely livid about me coming inside with Natasha attached to my side. They reprimanded me for making such a silly choice, but I stood firm and tall as I told them about Natasha taking care of our problem and even though they begrudgingly agreed they still weren't happy. I sigh, staring down at my single packed bag I thank my maids as I go downstairs only to notice Natasha waiting for me. I groan, what have I gotten myself into? I'm doomed, there's no way that this deal can go well, I guess I only have myself to blame for what's about to unfold. I close my eyes, sighing I take a single step forward and towards my future, praying that whatever happens I won't regret my choices.
