King Edward (Ed Sheeran)

Chapter 10

HOLY COW!! THANKS FOR 112 VOTES!! AND THANKS TO ALL WHO VOTED FOR MY SWEERAN ONE SHOT! Shit is about to get LOFT soon. Hey, by the way, I don't do any random drama bombs, everything happens for a very important reason. Also, very old English ahead.

Chapter 10-Mirabelle

I did my absolute best to stand still even though I had been shaking. I seemed to be shaking the entire day, unable to control my body, which helped none when the seamstress, Vanessa, was trying to place my wedding dress together.

I wanted to marry Edward, I very much did, but something told me that all of this was a very horrible idea. Not simply because I did not know the first thing of being a queen, nor did I know anything about being a wife, but there was an undeniable dread in the pit of my stomach, telling me to step down and stop. Stop everything.

"My Queen?" Vanessa said meekly, although I had not married Edward yet. "You are trembling."

"I-I am sorry," I apologized. I recognized a familiar head of midnight black hair, tied up in braids.

"Who is getting married, Vanessa? There is so much lace..." Ryia said, but her voice trailed away when she looked up saw me, doing my best to stand as stick as a rock. Hey wide brown eyes accused me of everything her lips could not say. I faintly remembered all the time she spoke of how much she adored the king, and while I did not care for him, I ended up being the one here, in the dress, betrothed to him.

"Our new lovely Queen." Vanessa answered her, but I had already assumed she figured it out. Ryia shocked me by losing her temper, slamming down the basket and turning to leave.

"Ryia, wait!" I called. I hiked up the barely made dress and ran after her.

"You know what they said about you, Mirabelle?" She sneered, turning around glaring at me. "They said you were a freak! They said that your mother had dropped your head as a child, and that was why you are stupid!"

I stopped, clutching the fabric in my hands listening to her speak. "Ryia, I am sorry." I said weakly.

"Say it. Say that you did not have a choice to the I can forgive you. Say that he threatened to kill you if you did not agree, because that is the only way you can be forgiven." she said, tears building in her eyes before falling down, running down her cheeks.

"I love him," I said, looking at the ground. "I love him."

"Burn in hell," she spat at me. She turned around and began to walk away, and the anger I had inside of me came rushing out, flooding out of my mouth.

"I asked him if he wanted to see you, and he said no!" I shouted at her. "He probably would have like to if you had not been such whore!" I shouted at her, making her turn around.

The people in the hall at the moment all stopped their doings and turned to look on at the argument taking place before them. "I hate you," Ryia said before turning around and running away.

"My Queen!" Vanessa squealed in distress. "Please, My Queen! Your dress!"

A murmur began as the people figured out that I was in fact the next Queen of Feragon. I watched at they began to bow around me, begging me to pardon their rudeness. Vanessa took my hand and led me back to the room where she could finish stitching the dress together. I did feel ashamed of my actions, but in the heat of the moment, the many moments, I did not remember Ryia. I did suggest that he take his love to her, but he denied it with God as my witness I could not help what happened.

The dress came together and looked like the most beautiful article of clothing I had ever seen. "A winter wedding," Vanessa said, standing back to admire her work. "The King will be very pleased with the dress."