A White as Red as Blood (PG 13) (Completed)

Chapter 5: Faith in Him

Three days later and I was walking down the aisle, an enormous dress tightened around my waist, and chocking me. I was extremely nervous, not one part of me liked this plan. I hadn't heard from Harry since he told me to marry Fredrick Bolos, which just freaked me even more. What if this didn't work out? What would we do? June was walking in front of me, gorgeous flowers wrapped and entwined into her hair. But all I saw was the pieces where the strands were too tightly gripped and causing her scalp to go red and sore. I just wanted to fix t for her, but I couldn't. The church was cold and dark and my dress, while heavy, was airy and light so I was cold. Fredrick turned to watch me as I neared half way, giving me a look up and down my body. I shivered again, this time not just due to the cold, due to the image I had of our first night alone, and our second. The only hope left in me was that Harry would save me soon. Dear God Harry, save me soon. I need you now!

"Do you take Mary-Ann to be your wife by the hand of God?"

"Yes"

"And do you, Mary- Ann take this man-"

"Yes, of course she does!"

Fredrick butted in, confusing the priest. But he continued anyway, not caring what my opinion was. What if it had been my choice to say no right now, I didn't even get the say!

Lord Bolos took my hand and turned us around to face the crowd which consisted of every elite member of the entire state. My checks flashed red, seeing people's expressions. Most were indifferent, but then came the judges who thought it disgraceful that I be wed to such an old man, and then others were delighted with the match. That's when I saw him again, when I least expected him to be by my side. He sat at the back of the church, dressed all in white and smiling up at me. I knew he wouldn't take long to find me now. I knew he was still participating in freeing me. I ne he was here for me. I started crying, causing Lord Bollox to squeeze my hand and whisper in my ear, his horrible brittle beard rubbing off my cheek.

"I cannot wait till tonight my princess"

I shuddered with the thought, sending a panicked look towards my dear brother. He was gone. I guess it was his way of saying that I needed to succumb to this necessary evil. I hated his bloody afterlife symbolism.

We were to leave straight away, June was to be in a different carriage to us, meaning I was going to be in a carriage with this silly old man for countless hours all alone. This was honestly already the worst day of my life.

I was boosted into the carriage and we left before I got the chance to wish my parents well in their lives ahead, since I would probably never see them again if I am to become free soon. I cried when we were outside the palace walls, knowing id never be back here. Hoping I'd never be locked within their grips.

After an hour or so of travel, Lord Bollox himself spoke.

"You're going to love my castle, it is quant and rather lovely."

He rested his hand on my lap, leaning in to kiss me. I closed my eyes, willing him not to. I didn't want him; I wanted the man I was born to love. The man I feared I'd never find.

"Touch me princess..."

I looked him in the eye, questioning if he was serious or not. He was.

"Could we wait until tonight, I fear I m rather travel queasy."

That was a lie, I was only nauseous from the thought if touching him in places I've never touched a man before, and he touching me places only my mother and nurse have seen.

He backed away, presumable fearing I'd vomit on his best suit.

"I am sorry Fredrick"

"It is ok princess; I just have to wait for you"

I closed my eyes, praying not only to Harry, but to God. Willing them to take my marriage back, willing them to crash our carriage and kill us both now. I would do anything to avoid tonights inevitability.

Authors note

The next chapter has scenes unsuitable to a younger audience, it contains sexual activity and violence, so please feel free to skip it if you feel you do not want to read it. Thanks :)