A Royal Bloody Wedding

C H A P T E R: VIII

  "Our matriarchs had an interesting advantage over today's western women. Matriarchs didn't begin their marriage with love. Instead, they were taught how to love. They entered marriage with an earnest determination to grow a love that would sustain their marriage for a life time"

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"I promise I'll make you happy, even if it means destructing my very own. Your smile is worth all the pounds in the world"

Alex's words were like a slithering snake in the big mind of Alessandra's, she unconditionally loved that man and now he's buried ten feet underneath the soil they once walked on.

"Don't move, the entire dress will rip if you maneuver just an inch" The gentle seamstress sewed the very last of the bottom dress as Alessandra's legs became sore and shaky. A wedding gown, it was a slender ivory lace, mermaid silhouette gown with an empire waist and long sleeves that were designed from ivory pearls and golden threads. The corset underneath was hugging the curves and brought out the slim curvaceous body every lady desires. Her chest was pushed up and her slender neck was massaged by a rosy fragrance. Her eyes were thickly outlined by black ink and burnt cork and kohl brushed her eyelashes up to her eyebrows, darkening them as well. Her parched lips were painted by crushed raspberries and her breath was like a fresh mint. Her hair fell down with a golden chain volumizing it at the very top. The jewelry she wore was pure, heavy silver and glimmering emeralds given to her by the Queen but with all of this, Alessandra still wanted no other than her lover, her old life.

Her thoughts only consumed Alex's voice and the lecturing of her Aunt and how her wedding day dream was nothing like she pictured it. How her wedding day did not encompass her lover, nor her loved ones and her baby goat Ray. How it was the dream of every other girl but not hers.

"We have completed the task, thank the lords for noticing that tear or else my reputation will be ruined"The kind, old seamstress looked at the wedding dress from top to bottom and instantly sighed in admiration at how the dress sprung out such beauty.

"If I hadn't known you were a peasant, I would believe you truly were a princess. You look ravishing" She offered her a small smile but Alessandra felt like the seamstress sewed her mouth into a frown instead of the dress. Alessandra didn't find it in her to smile, nor to believe this was truly her day to become a married woman. She was supposed to be happy but her heart and eyes carried unweighted misery.

The faint sound of piano rushed through the thin walls of the warbdrobe and into Alessandra's ears.

The party has begun, and soon enough so will the hellfire she'll live in.

"I will be the most happiest and indebted man in the world if you would marry me, my dearest Alessandra?"

She started walking out the wardrobe with the voice of Alex ringing in her ears, sending this dagger right in the middle of her heart with another aching memory shoving its way down her sore throat.

"We will have our own little family far from this society"

She proceeded to walk with elegance and poise but her mind was with Alex and her heart was in the memories that bleeded. Her legs began to shake not in nervousness but in distress and sorrow, she wanted to cry but she couldn't. Every tear and every breath plunged her dry and scratchy throat.

"We'll have a son and a beautiful daughter and we'll name them great names and treat them well"

She wanted that voice to stop, her heart only bared a minimum capacity. She couldn't obtain another dagger drugging her heart with depression.

However a fortunate tear fell from her eyes and trailed down her rosy cheeks, making the two maids strangely look at each other.

"Are you alright?" One of them asked but once again, Alessandra's mouth was stitched together and the only thing she could do was nod. She felt a minor migraine start but motivated herself to keep calm until the end of the party. The chatter and the music of the ballroom could be heard from where she was walking, indicating she was near. She felt edgy but this wedding wasn't the cause, she feels like she is betraying Alex and that made her feel ten times worse..

The guards who normally are gelid and straight faced, looked down at Alessandra capturing every detail about her, envying the King at how he was blessed with such body and grace. Maids who still had to polish the silvers stopped doing what they were doing and watched her walk down the corridor with their eyes on her sculpted face, wishing they were in her position.

Alessandra witnessed the long cherry-wood door and confirmed it was the door to the ballroom when a young guard opened it and the eyes of many fell her way.

The chattering stopped and so did the music

It was her heartbeat pouncing through her ribcage that she could only bear to hear

Her damaged heart that was daggered countless times was still beating