A Royal Bloody Wedding

C H A P T E R: IIV

My dearest Aunt, I write to you from the Royal castle of Latisia Franci. It must have been reported to you from some goon I propose that I am held captive. I am in good conditions, however, emotionally wise, I'm unstable with the many battles I lost. I seek forgiveness from you. I know when I stepped foot out of the farm you told me to forget your name but you're the only real parent I know I have left. I beg for you to understand that my love was powerful and couldn't be tamed, I want you to understand that I was a victim of falling in love. You knew how much I loved the outdoors and how the wildlife was my escape, you knew that swimming in ponds far from the society is my favourite. You know how much I loved Alex Aunt Tea and that horrid excuse of a King stole all that from me. I didn't want to end things this way and if you would write back to me, I will forever feel grateful. I just need somebody close to me to help me out the emptiness in my heart. I know your heart is pure as gold and big enough to fit all the kindness in the world, so please don't let me down, I will never be adbicted. I send all my love and prayers for you.

Yours Truly, Alessandra

Alessandra waited for the menacing black ink to dry before she closed her eyes and fought war with those sharp tears as the merciless pain clogged her throat. If her dearest Aunt didn't reply to her then she could forget she will ever be happy and forever forget the beauty of this world. Aunt Tea was her entitle of a mother, and Alessandra couldn't possibly lose her, she was more valuable than gold to a merchant. She knew the actions that caused all of this were to never be forgiven but she maintained to have minor hope in her.

She rolled up the scroll and gently tied it with a golden string gripping on it as if her life like she was trying to transfer all her hope into this letter before she was rudely disturbed by two regular Royal guards.

"Lady Madiva is awaiting your presence in the wardrobe" Alessandra tied her tongue and fought back words on how to describe that man's discourteousness but nodded however.

She placed the scroll in the box meant for letters and sadly frowned as she left the big library.

She walked down the long, exhaustic corridors of the castle with the same old knife opening up the same old bruise as the thought of her marriage with that monster was in two days. She had her head solemnly hanging down low as she thought of the hellfire waiting for her.

However, in that same corridor was the King Demetrius and his loyal guards. He however noticed her from a fair distance and acknowledged how she was deep in thought and felt his blood boil. A pitiful and depraved peasant raised her disrespect to the level of death, but she wasn't killed.

He stopped in his journey and controlled the beast in him before he killed her at that very second. Although the King had stopped, Alessandra seemed to not notice him and kept walking in her direction still deep in thought about her preferable future.

The King cleared his throat loud enough for the entire castle to hear but Alessandra still remained lost in thought.

Its when they were a mere meter from each other that she looked up at the large, tall and firm man. She was much thinner and her small frame wasn't the best to show off arrogancy and toughness of. Her anger bubbled into blood as she remembered that he was a murderer.

"My patience shortens and is evaporating as to when I will be having your blood on my hands"

Alessandra closed her eyes in anger and reminded herself that she was a much better person than him in many different ways so she looked him in the eyes for a brief second and walked away.

"I wish your hopeless threats metamorphose into actions. It's painfully sad watching a strong King threaten and threaten but nothing ever happens, am I mistaken?" It's as if Alessandra desired to be killed by him and that thought alone made the King feel resentful.