𝓥𝓲𝓬𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓪 (𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕 𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝)

Forevermore.

*this work contains strong uses of language, mild fantasy violence, mean mothers, and bad grammar. Enjoy.*

Victoria

.

.

.

The moon was high, sky dark and gloomy. High mountains behind the castle overshadowing the tree lined land. Faintly, I see, in a cavern atop a tall mountain in the distance- a yellow light. A torch, I assume. It goes off far to quick, and I feel a brooding feeling erupt in my gut. I draw in a breath, inhaling the tangy, woody air as I shift off the balcony that jutted out the room I stayed in and shut the tall French doors behind me. Deciding on going to bed.

⋆ ˚｡ ⋆୨ ❦ ୧⋆ ˚｡ ⋆

My body shifts under the heat of sun, peeking through the thin curtains that lay over a big ornate window.

As I awake, memories flood into my head and I sigh breathily. Adjusting to the huge room I had been given to rest in.

Arranged marriage, it was. Would benefit my parents as well as my own kingdom, a promise of riches beyond imagination only for a simple bride. An easy choice, no?

And I was prepared to marry a random prince, if it Meant I'd be benefitting my people.

My eyes glide over the velvety blanket prompted over my body, scrunched messily around my hips as I sat up. As I rub the sleepiness out of my eyes and tuck a few loose curls behind my ears, a knock comes from my door. wooden double doors, adorned with gold accents quite pleasing to look at.

"Come in" 

The door swings open far too violently for the person to be a maid and I squint a bit in confusion only to be met with big brown eyes similar to those of my own.

"Fiona!"

I gasp out with a laugh, sliding off of the bed. My little sister runs up and i envelop her into a bear hug immediately. Having not had seen her since yesterday morrow. Odd, I know- but me and her were close.

"Victoria! arent you excited? You'll be getting wed tomorrow!"

She squeals out in pride and excitement, she seemed far more into the prospect of this marriage then I did. I can only shake my head and sigh.

"I suppose. But only because I know it'll help our people"

Fiona rolls her big eyes and walks past me, pushing open the double French doors that lead onto a small balcony. She leans over the railing and takes a big inhale of the woody air. Laughing wholeheartedly.

"That is all? Sister! Are you puerile? Look at this castle! Look at the view!"

She pauses and swipes her finger over detailed engravements on the gold railings her eyes fluttering dreamily.

"I'm sure the prince is handsome too, who's heard of one that wasn't?"

I laugh myself and join her on the balcony. My toes curling into the cool tiles. 

The castle was nice, sure. Moreover, I was positive the prince was to be attractive as well. But those things were hardy of any matter to me.

"Well, little sister. One day you are to be wed as well."

She giggles, meeting my gaze. She was pretty, prettier than me in some aspects. She was kind, and innocent. I daren't let her struggle home more than she has been already. Though slight royalty, we only married into it. And even so, our father struggles. Our kingdom being at a lass financially and with no ally's it was hard to carry on in that barren land.