It was hard looking at him the way he looked at me. It was almost impossible to keep eye contact with such intensity. There was nothing I could do, and nothing I could deny when he looked at me like that. It was impossible to lie, and say I didn't love him. I did with ever part of my heart, but now I was in a wedding dress walking toward another man. A man my family had forced me into marrying, and I wasn't even looking at him. I was looking at the man standing next to him. The best man. He was the one I wanted to lay next to me every night, and kiss me today at the alter. He wouldn't be the one to lay next to me tonight, or kiss me under this alter. He knew his place with the royal family, and he wouldn't step out of line. No matter how much I begged him too he wouldn't. So it was up to me. I had to make the decision right now in this split second as I climbed the stairs to the priest. I walked up those stairs with the decision made. I walked past my bridesmades, the priest, my parents, and the man I was doomed to marry. I stood right in front of him, and took a deep breath. How could I not kiss him when he looked at me like that, and all of a sudden it didn't matter that the whole court was watching us expecting me to marry someone I wasn't in love with. It didn't matter that if I didn't get back on my mark just as we had rehearsed a few hours ago, and marry this man my parents would surely disown me. All the terrible things that could happen to me because of this one action didn't matter as long as he keep looking at me like that, and he did. Then he tried to turn away because he could see it in my eyes what I was planning to do. He was trying to push me away in a last minute try to be respectful to my family. I would not let him be respectful to my family any longer. Not after they had treated him, or any of the men that came before him. I grabbed his face in both my hands. Letting my nails dig into cheeks as I kissed him with everything I had. I felt his arms wrap around my waist, and pull me up against him. I smiled against his mouth because at that moment that's exactly where I wanted to be. In his arms where no matter what happened it wouldn't matter as long as I had him. Though at the time I didn't know that the split second decision I had made would effect many other things than my exile from the family. My mother dug her long nails into my arm like a bear attacking a leg. She pulled me from him, and dragged me to where I was supposed to be standing. While not letting go she turned me to face her, and whispered deathly in my ear. "You will pay for what you have done, and so will he you ungrateful whore."
Then she turned my body to face the man I was supposed to marry. He grinned at me because he knew what I was planning, and he didn't mind that I didn't love him. It didn't matter to him because he had been put in the same position I had. Though my parents knew what they were doing. My father whispered to a guard and he took away my love from the alter, and my mother whispered to the priest to continue with the ceremony. I knew exactly what they were about to do, but the man in front of me still grabbed my hands ready to marry me. I started crying as they dragged him away, and he didn't fight. He knew they were walking him to his death, and he held his head high as he walked with them. I started running. Kicking off my heels, and running toward the door they were pushing him out of. My parents called for guards to go after me, but my groom held them back as long as he could. There was only so much I could do now. I had to follow the plan. The guards who were taking him to his execution didn't hear me running after them. They weren't supposed to as I stopped in a hidden corner undressing. I tore my dress off my body not caring about the jewels that were worthless to me, and I put on the combat boots I had hid in that corner only hours before. I had a tank top and leggings underneath this dress for this exact reason. There was a car right out of the executiong room if I could just get us there before the royal guard realized it. Which was an imaganitive feet in itself knowing good and well the royal guard knew what was happening before even you did sometimes, but it was a risk I had to take. Quickly I ran faster to catch up to the guards carrying the love of my life to his death. There was really only one way to do this right. I watched as they stood him under the wood, and wrapped the nuce around his neck. The nuce they expected to kill him like it had so many others. I punched a hole in the wall where I had my knife hidden. I only had one shot. This knife had to cut the rope in one stroke or the royal guard would be on my quicker than I could get away. It was heavy in my hand as I thought about what I was about to do, but there was no backing out. Even if I ended this now there would be no going back to the royal family, and I didn't want to. I had planned to escape this hell since my miserable 16th birthday, and this was my last chance. I heard the guards running down the hall, and thought about what I might have to do if they tried to harm me. Then I started running, listening to my footsteps clunk in a rhytym against the solid gold floor. Toward the execution stand, and toward my love. This was how my life would end I thought as I swiftly cut through the rope holding the only man I would ever love. We ran through the servant door and I knew this is where we would lose the guards. The royal guard was good, but they were to stuck up to know the servant tunnels like I did. So I grabbed his hand and pulled him in after me through the tunnels and out to the South enterance where the car awaited with my real father in the driver seat ready to take us away to a safe empire. One who hated my family enough to keep me safe from them in exchange for secrets. I almost felt bad giving my family away in excange for freedom, and love. Though they should have known I wouldn't be a sitting duck to their games. As we pulled away shots went off, and a lucky one hit my father's head from the back. I started crying as more shots rang out. They hit us one by one, and I grabbed his hand as the life left us both. Finally together though tragically, and this was how it ended. At least I was happy which was all I had wanted in the first place. So this is how it ends, and I was suddenly content with the only moment I knew freedom with the man I really loved.This was it, and I
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Stories I'll never finish
DiversosThese are stories I'll probably never finish, just start or have random scenes of. Don't steal my words. they are still mine if I finish them or not. They are mostly sprints from the most dangerous writing app.
