My Treasure (Norman Reedus Pirate)

Two: Disastrous

(Hey! How's everyone loving this book so far? Lol jk. But if Ya'll would like to comment, go right ahead! And also, it's the year 1715, for any curiosity. I forgot to mention that earlier. :/ also, the music is to add a feel to the book for later on. ;) after all, it's Bae we're talking about! Expect action! Also, how many of you are Bro's? Cause when I finish writing one of my books, I was thinking about making a Pewdiepie book! :D and trust me, it'll be AWESOME!!!)

Mary led me down the enormous hallway, towards the ballroom. The halls were decorated beautifully with dark green wallpaper, maroon red rugs, and priceless works of art. Beautifully painted pieces of pottery sat on dark chestnut tables. The pottery was from all around the world; from Egypt, to India, even some from the Americas.  Other tables had exotic plants on them. Paintings of past kings and queens lined the walls. On the very end were my parents. One day, Prince Charles IV and I will join the great hall of royalty. And then our children. Just thinking about having children with such an elderly man made me shudder.

Finally, we were at the entrance to the ballroom, where my future husband awaited. I remembered back when I was a little girl, the thought of marriage always disgusted me. I had never wanted to wed a man or have children. Other royal daughters have always thought I was strange for not wanting to marry a prince. No, I was the odd one out. Whenever the other girls wanted to play, they played Queen and King. I wanted to play something adventurous, and I used to pretend I was Christopher Columbus discovering the Americas. The boys loved playing that sort of sport, but they didn't wish to play with me due to the fact that I was a girl, and the girls didn't want to play because I hated their games and would refuse to be the princess. I'd rather be a knight.

"Ok, Prince Charles is on the other side of this door. I'm positive that he'll be impressed by your beauty." Mary declared, smiling hugely. "Now, straighten your back, smile sweetly, and don't speak loudly."

I nodded, and stood up straighter. Putting on a false smile, I let Mary open the door for me. I stepped out, and glanced around. The ballroom was an enormous room with a towering ceiling that dwarfed me. Beautiful paintings done by famous artists decorated the roof. Paintings of angels and gods stared down at everyone present in the room. A crystal chandelier hung from its center, casting yellow light into the room. Although it wasn't needed at all. Today, the sun was shining brightly through the enormous French style windows. The curtains that usually covered them were drawn enough to allow light to enter easily. The flooring had a beautiful pattern to it. It was salmon pink with little curly designs on it. We were standing on top of a balcony. Two staircases curled down slightly on either side of us, allowing people two ways of access. Dark purple carpet draped over the steps, allowing soft, noiseless ascent. Finally, I glanced down at our visitors... And my husband.

A large army of men surrounded another man. The men had dark green coats on and white pants. Black laced boots covered their feet. They brandished rifles, and had stern expressions on their faces. Their hair was pulled back in a small braid, tied with a dark green ribbon. The man in the middle almost made me gag. He looked beyond forty-one. More around the age of 58. He had several wrinkles from age, and his white, curled wig was most likely hiding a bald head. His belly stuck out over his belt very unattractively. He was using a black walking stick with an orb of gold on the top. Once he saw me, he smiled widely, baring disgusting, yellow, crooked teeth.

"My Lady Isabelle. You look mighty lovely this day." He declared, bowing slightly. He had an English accent as well. "I am Prince Charles the Forth."

I nodded, unknowing what to say. Suddenly, a light hand taps my left shoulder. My mother is standing there, dressed in a blood red dress and her hair up in a white wig. As far as I could tell, Mary and I were the only ones in the room who weren't wearing wigs.