Prologue

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[Your Name] cursed silently as her mother fiddled with the strings of her corset, tightening it to the point where she could barely breath.

"Mother, loosen it up a bit or I'm gonna turn blue!" She exclaimed taking a quick breath.

"[Your Name], oh calm down! You'll be fine, I swear you're just like your father; over dramatic." Mother remarked.

"Don't bring him up in this." [Your Name] mumbled as she glanced towards the floor.

Her mother let out a frustrated sigh, "I'm not dealing with this. You can get ready by yourself."

"I'd rather have it be like that anyways." [Your Name] said as she watched her mother strut out the door.

Oh how she hated that woman. At least this horrid wedding will get her farther away from her mother.

[Your Name] tried to reach the back of her corset to loosen it, sighing as she pulled at the tight knot her mother tied.

Someone lightly knocked at the door, alerting [Your Name].

"Come in," she told the stranger behind the door.

The knob twisted, revealing Anne, one of her mother's servants. [Your Name] preferred to call them servants since slaves was such a harsh title, the fact her mother even owned these poor people made her hate for the woman stronger.

"Miss [Your Last Name], would you need any help ma'm?" Anne asked sweetly.

[Your Name] flashed her a small smile, "Please dear, that'd be great." She told the girl.

Anne returned the smile as she went behind [Your Name] and started to undo the knot.

"I swear it's almost as if that woman is trying to murder we with my own corset!" [Your Name] jokingly told Anne as they both laughed together.

"It does seem that way, though it wouldn't surprise me if she tried knowing her." Anne replied.

[Your Name] sighed, "I know, I do despise that woman."

"Oh Miss, I know you don't mean that." Anne said as she loosened [Your Name]'s corset.

"I do, I have never liked that monster. Especially how she treats you and the others, it disgusts me." Said [Your Name].

"I'm really going to miss you, Miss." Anne said as she finished loosening the corset.

[Your Name] turned to Anne and gave her a soft smile, "Believe me, I'm going to miss you much more than you'll miss me."

"You are?" Anne's eyes brightened.

"Well who will I have to loosen my corset and rant to?" [Your Name] said as she picked up her wedding dress, with Anne rushing over to assist her.

"That is true, Miss." said Anne as she laughed lightly.

"Oh Anne, call me [Your Name], dear." She told the girl, "We've known each other for the longest time yet you still call me Miss." [Your Name] said laughing.

"I suppose it's a habit," Anne said as she helped [Your Name] slip into her dress.

"Your one of my closest friends, Anne, I truly will miss you more than anyone here." [Your Name] told her.

Anne smiled, beginning to tear up as she realized this really was the last time she'd see [Your Name].

[Your Name] rushed over and pulled her into a tight hug, "Oh don't cry, you'll make me cry as well!" Said [Your Name] as the two laughed.

"[Your Name]! Stop fooling around with that slave and get your tush down here!" Yelled her mother from downstairs.

Anne and [Your Name] pulled away, Anne frowned, "So this is it?"

[Your Name] sighed, "I still can't believe that monster is forcing me to do this."

The doors of the church opened, revealing [Your Name] reluctantly holding onto her mother's arm as the piano sounded.

The two began their walk down the isle, [Your Name]'s mind filling with nonsense as she watched the floor.

Then that's when something clicked.

[Your Name] stopped and took a deep breath.

"[Your Name]!" Her mother whisper yelled.

She looked to her mother one last time, before ripping her arm out of the monster's grasp and running up the isle and out through the church doors.

She heard the audience gasp along with her mother yelling after her. [Your Name] ran to the carriage and unleashed the white stallion which was pulling it, straddling the animal and forcing it to move.

[Your Name] cried as she rode the stallion into the forest away from the life she once intended to live.

Where she was headed to, she didn't know. As long as it was far away from that hell.

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