𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐯𝐨𝐰 ➪ TIMOTHÈE CHALAMET

17 ; 𝐿𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠

As soon as the morning rised,

My eyes were puffy, my cheeks were red. It was a gloomy morning, writting to timothèe as soon as i got up.

Telling him about the arrangement, leaving tears on the parchment, sobbing.

After the painful sob letter i commanded my guards to send him, i had prepared myself in a dress, covering my face with cosmetics while sniffing up my snot.

I sat on the edge of the table, as the Deehan's arrived, Dane sat beside me. I left him no glances, staying quiet and emotionless as they arrive.

"[y/n]." my mother glared, i put up a fake smile as she looked at me.

"The wedding will be in a few weeks, if that doesn't bother. We will be preparing the collision of the two kingdoms for festival." The king explained, as Dane, beside me smiled.

"Finally."

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Days passed, the deehans stayed at our kingdoms, preparing parchments of agreement of our wedding. I sent Timothèe letters, non stop.

But i never recieved something back, i had requested my mom to pay timothèe one last visit.

"No," she said.

I wanted to escape, but i couldn't. I didn't know what had happened to timothèe.

I was sad, lonely. Left on the shadows of our castle. Dane, on the other hand, tries to act it cool like were love birds.

i'd slap his hand and say, "Don't touch me." With a mad tone.

crying every hour that passed without timothèe's rresence, buying the white dresses made for weddings, the jewelries used for the wedding night.

"Princessa," dane entered my room, looking out my window, not looking back at him.

"I know you love timothèe," i look at him at the mention of his name, "But marriage isn't about love-" before he coukd grab my shoulder, i slapped his hands away.

"Get out." I glare, "No, please, let us have a heart to heart talk-"

"Get out." I repeat once more, grabbing something from my pockets, "Please, i beg."

"No, Get out."

"I won't until you let me tell you something!"

"Get out before i murder you!" I gripped on the dagger my hand gripped on, looking at him in anger.

"Get out, Get out!" I scream, scaring the guy away. "Scum," I shut my door, locking it.

The next few days, i was pale, my lips weren't rosy, it was pale. My eyes were tired and dark, my voice didn't work well.

My cheekbones got defined, as i ate less from the lack of appitite.

I didn't look well, because i wasn't.

Abandoned by the man i loved hurted, sending letters here and there. My room was a mess, a reflection of me.