One Rose

Wedding Day

        I woke up in a snap; the death of my father haunted me like a lost spirit. I walked down the lonely stairs into the kitchen. The kitchen was an arrow head, very dark and narrow.  I took a small, glass tea cup and poured the hot liquid into the cup. Warmth spread through my hand as I held tightly to the cup. Smiling, I opened the sliding glass door onto the balcony. Dawn came upon me; it was Sunday the day of my wedding.

          Prince Copper, the name rang in my mind. Prince Copper, he was the devil of our country. He killed anyone who stood before him with no mercy. He once burned a whole town without any thought or reason. I closed my eyes at the memory of burning flames. He was the last Prince and I didn’t have a choice, I was soon to be Mrs. Copper. I had to do what’s right to take care of my kingdom and my father.

          I shook the lonesome memories out of my head. Not knowing the future worried me. Was the plan of my life to raise my kingdom with a wicked man? Is this really what the future holds? I don’t want to spend my life like that. I want adventure and true love, not to be a princess or queen. I even hate having to act like one. My dresses were long and itchy. I didn’t even look good in them.

          My eye caught hold of clock, thirty minutes until eight. I crept back inside and a wicked smile crossed my face when I stepped into the training hall. A mischievous feeling spread through me as I stopped at the door. Weapons hung everywhere: swords, knifes, crossbows, guns, and my favorite, daggers. This room always gave me excitement.

          Out of the corner of my eye I saw it, my father’s dagger. The valued weapon stood high on the shelf where it over powered all of the other gadgets. A tear fell from my cheek as I reached for its golden handle. The weapon belonged to a worrier; no one else could touch it. My father was never good with it, but in my eyes he will always be a worrier.

          The church bell rang loudly in my ear. I turned my head to the ceiling and listened carefully. A sigh escaped from my mouth as I tied my father’s dagger around my left thigh. The maids wanted me back to get ready for the wedding. My feet lead me to the familiar path behind the swords. My father had made us a secret passage so we could always get into my room before my mother could find us. The secret stair case lead to the closet in my closet, the maids where waiting.

          “Where have you been?” one of the maids asked.

          “Just went to pray,” I lied rubbing my hand against the smooth blade.

          “Well, let’s get you ready.” says the other one getting out the dress.

          I didn’t respond and walked behind the curtain. I made sure the dagger was hidden as I slipped on the white silk. When I came unhidden from the curtain the stylist walked in to fix my hair and make up. A sigh came from his lips as he slipped glitter heels onto my feet.

          The stylist was a tall man. He stood over six feet tall and wasn’t the prettiest man in the world. His dark, scratchy beard hung from his chin and was tied into a loose rubber band. That was the style for most stylists, I thought it was ugly but he seemed to enjoy it. He gave me a crooked smile and pulled me to the mirror.  My dress barely reached my knees and my shoes seemed to sparkle with every turn. My long black hair was neatly packed on top of my head in a bun. My blue eyes were decorated with silver eye shadow and my lips were painted red. The stylist turned back to me, smiled then left.

          The church bells rang loudly as I made my way to the church. I walked in and sat down in front of my father’s picture. His straight smile made shivers escape inside of me. Brown hairs peeked out from beneath his golden crown, with his blue eyes shining brightly.

          A freshly picked rose was sitting on the pastor’s desk. I picked up the delicate flower slowly and clinched it tightly. I closed my eyes as the thorns of my favorite flower dug into my flesh. Pain spread through my hand as I continued to squeeze tighter and blood ran to my finger tips. I looked at my father’s picture once more and a tear fell from my check. I didn’t cry from the pain, I was used to that but it was the loneliness that didn’t bother to show. I turned away from the picture and slowly let go of the rose. I watched the blood slowly run down my arm then wiped it away onto the carpet of the church. I covered the scars with the white gloves and continued outside to my wedding.

I walk down the aisle alone, even though there where rows and rows of people in the seats. I glanced at each person that was smiling and laughing. I smiled gently at everyone and focused on not throwing up. My focus quickly went to my mother who was staring down at my thigh. I followed her gaze and saw the gold of the dagger shining brightly through the white silk. Curse these stupid princess dresses! I quickly covered the shining gold with the white roses in my hand.

         

I got a glimpse of Prince Copper, he was wearing his black tux and matching tie. I saw the devil smile in his eyes as they met mine. His grin was evil and nasty just like Satan’s. His bold head played with the light from under his crown. He stood on a white pavilion covered in roses. Beside him was the priest, in his white robe and gold cross as usual. As my feet stood upon the pavilion my eyes caught sight of my castle.

          I knew the beautiful stone walls wouldn’t be covered in flowers after this was over. I new the people of Wealdstone wouldn’t have smiles on their faces as the walked past the castle. Once Copper became king taxes would triple and people would starve. I might not care much for being a princess but I did care about these people; they were family.

“Willow?” A deep voice rang in my ear making me jump.

“Yes?” I blurted, was the priest talking this whole time?

“Do you take Prince Jordan Copper to be your husband, to love and to hold until death do you part?” He repeated annoyed.

          I was going to respond, but I caught eye of a shadow lurking behind the bushes. “I do,”

         

“Prince Jordan Copper do you take Willow…” He trailed off as an upcoming arrow struck him in the chest.

          I looked over and saw a group of people in black jumpsuits invading the wedding. Each one had a golden cross around there shoulders. “Kill everyone; the general will be here to get the girl!” A woman shouted to the group.

         

          Everyone started to shout as they faced there death. I felt dizzy and all I could hear where screams and gun shots. I turned my head and saw my fiancé dead on the ground. Then her voice screamed and I saw her, my mom was still sitting up in her chair. She still looked beautiful sitting steal lifeless. Her blood was everywhere and with that one kill everything I loved was gone.

          I just happened to notice the gun pointing at my forehead and I felt sick. I could have easily grab the gun and use it against him but I couldn’t move. All I could do was slightly wrap my figures over my father’s dagger. My world was spinning as the man with the gun fell over dead on top of my mother and I was thrown into a car. I knew right then and there I was going to die. 

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