𝐼𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑡.
It was the night of my marriage, hundreths of nobles that fit the room attended.
A mass ceremony occuring as the groom stood on the altar, waiting outside of the ballroom doors.
"We thank the chalamet's, the Fairchilds, and the smiths for coming in this delightful Ceremony." My heart dropped at the sound of his last name.
Tears swelled down my cheeks, shaking. Stuttering sobs escaped my mouth as the huge doors open, a red carpet laid on the ground beneath me
seeing my mother walk on the aisle with me, hands locked with each other, a boquet was laced on my hands.
Everybody was clapping their hands, "Look, she's crying out of love!" But the public will never know what's going on,
Reaching the middle of the row, i saw a pale, long curly brown haired boy, with green beautiful eyes. He was much more skinier, his freckles were more defined because of his paleness, his undereyes had big bags of red.
His eyes and nose were red, He was crying. His eyes were locked with mine, seeing his state, My heart was crushed, grinded into countless of pieces.
More tears dropped, one by one, ruining the cosmetics of my make up, the Praises of the public did not affect mt confidence.
The urge to run out of my state and run away from timothèe, but the contract was not to be broken.
Arriving on the altar, i was sobbing and crying, as Dane rubbed my back, The Priest blessed us, granting us peave i did not want.
As he forced to kiss me after the ceremony was a banquet, sitting with the table full of royalty, Being congratulated by tons.
I wasn't happy, me and Timothèe's eyes never left each other. His hands were always under the table, fidgeting, Fidgeting on the emerald ring i gifted to him. . He was always shaking.
Under my dress was the jewelry he gave aswell, The earings and the ring under my gloves, as well as my tiara, a complete set.
He didn't eat anything the whole celebration, because there was nothing for him to celebrate.
Neither did i, He walked out, to the balcony of the ballroom, with clenched fists, stomping up the marble stairs, excusing himself.
as my eyes followed him, i aswell excused myself for air, Since dane was distracted by the guests anyways.
My heels tapped on the marble floors, running as fast till i reached the top, the balcony.
he was sobbing, red and his veins were out, he was gripping his face, sitting on the floor with his back behind the raillings.
"Timothèe!" My heart rised, crying hard with louder sobs, Running to the boy who had broken down, My arms wrapping around his familliar torso.
"Why, [y/n]? You were everything!" He screamed, hugging me back slightly.
"I was weak, and you knew that timothèe! I still loved you even though i was the only one who sent letters!" I defended, stuttering and voice crackin every sentence.
"Don't lie to me, i was the one who did not recieve letters! We could have ran away, [y/n]!" I pulled away, with glossy watering eyes, and twitching face.
"Letters? What letters?" His mouth parted, but nothing went out.
"You didn't read them?" He looked at me, with terror and sadness. "I didn't even recieve them! Then- Let's run away now! We can go buy a cottage-"
His eyes were glossy, his lips were twitching, looking down. "We can't."
"The contract is way too big," He cupped my face, i looked at him, in awe and shock, a tear rolling down my cheek.
"I'm sorry, Timothèe."
"It's not our fault." He caressed my cheek,
"It was a wonderful experience with you, Timothèe. I'll love you for eternity, and i wish you will too."
"Your wish is my command," He smiled at me for the last time,
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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐯𝐨𝐰 ➪ TIMOTHÈE CHALAMET
Historical FictionDo you believe in soulmates? A story where the Heir of the Chalamet's, And the Descendant of the Wadsworth meets in their teenage years. But their selfish, failed parents took control of their life, just like how every royal family does. TIMOTHÈE C...
