The Betrothal

The Meeting

When I woke up that morning I felt the wrath of my hangover. I took some Tylenol and went to face my mother and her rapid planning. I knew that this very moment she would be planning the meeting of Prince Viktor of Belarus and I.

When I came home drunk last night my mother was nothing but pissed. But as soon as I blurted out that I agreed to go through with the marriage she instantly forgot about my drunken state and went straight into detail planning. Typical Eleanor.

As I suspected, when I walked down front the castle stone stairs, there was my mother scurrying around. Walking in and out of the den and going around telling our maids what needed to be done. After finishing her list she looked up at me on the stairs and smiled.

"Dobroye utro (translation: Good Morning)" she said gleefully. I nodded my head. She sighed, "well the preparations are set. You two will meet in two days," she started, "I expect your very best behavior Mari," I gasped. She never ever called me Mari. Not even as a child. In fact my little brother called me that when he was a toddler because he couldn't say Marilyn so everyone else started calling me it too.

"What did you call me?" I questioned with a smirk on my face.

"Don't make a big deal about this or I will go back to Marilyn," she said dryly. I turned and walked back upstairs nodding. My mother called me Mari. It felt weird.
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I didn't see any of my family for the rest of the day. I blame my designer who was supposed to just ask how I wanted to look for the Meeting but he took 5 hours looking through my closet, disapproving everything.

"Get new clothes your highness. These are just 'no' for a meeting with the prince," he suggested after looking through the Michael Kors section. By the time he was done judging my clothes it was 11:00 at night.

The castle was dark as I walked down the great stairwell. After landing on the main floor I headed to the kitchen for something to eat. When I opened the door to the kitchen I stood staring down at my mother who was sitting at a table with her head on hand.

"Mom?" I whispered not wanting to scare her. She looked up at me and then back down at her hand. "What's wrong?" I tried again.

"Nothing. That's the thing. You just dive in without hesitation. Your always so stubborn why give in to something like this?" She slurred. Immediately I could tell she was drunk. The strange thing is my mother has never drank in her life. Except for at important parties where she has a glass of wine and that's it.

"Mom, everything will be fine," I said trying to comfort her.

"And how do I know you're going to act right?" She questioned. "How do I know that your not going to make a joke of us, of the Lithuania?" She continued. I stood there. Maybe she was right. Maybe she really couldn't depend on me.

"I know I don't have the best record. But I- I'm going to try. Really I am," I tried to assure her. She sighed and looked at the wall. "Let's get you to bed," I said, holding her arm to get her up. She nodded as we walked out the kitchen door.
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The day of the meeting was chaos. There were people running around the castle, waiting for the arrival of Prince Viktor. I was not all excited when my makeup and wardrobe guy walked into my room in the middle of my sleep.

"Your highness we should really get started Prince Viktor will be here any minute," he said interrupting my dreams. I crawled out of bed, groaning. I wiped away the eye crust and sat at my vanity mirror.

After my face was "ready" he did my hair. When I looked in the mirror to see the finished product I was astonished at the person that looked back. That did not look like the normal Marilyn Bauer. No. This was Princess Marilyn Violeta Daniela Bauer. The designer pulled out a navy blue long flowy dress. It came down in a V-neck that exposed part of my breasts (picture of the dress at the top). I gasped out the view of the expensive dress.  It was beautiful and something I probably would never voluntarily wear. I slid the dress on and put on some black heels. I was unrecognizable. I wasn't sure how I felt but before I could think more I was pushed out the door and told to go to the Den. I obeyed and gracefully walked down the stairs. It was something you would see in the movies and completely cliché but oh well.

I walked into the Den and there was my mother. Viktor wasn't there yet. It was surprising  for him not to be considering he was supposed to be here 3 hours ago. I figured he was somewhere in the castle but was just stalling because that's something I would do. The door opened and a tall 6 ft 1 guy walked in. He had dark brown hair and stunning grey/green eyes. His jawline was perfect and he had a crooked smile which to be honest made him eve more attractive. What was I saying! I cant like this guy. He sat down in a chair across from me and looked into my eyes.

"I'm sorry I was late Queen Eleanor, I got a little lost in this massive castle," he apologized without breaking glance from me. His accent stood out. Clearly Russian. I looked at my mother who smiled politely.

"That's quite alright, although I'm disappointed someone didn't escort you here," she replied. Viktor looked at her. "Oh! Where are my manners?" she observed. "This is my daughter Marilyn, or in your case your bride to be," I got goosebumps when she said bride to be. Why was I going through with this again? Oh that's right. ALEXIS DARED ME. I'm so stupid to agree to such a stupid dare. A butler came up to us with some drinks and water for my mother.

Eleanor turned to Viktor and I," Ummm I should give you two some time to discuss things," she stated. "Excuse me."

After she left the room things went quiet. Well for a second.

"You tried to hard," he said gesturing toward me. He relaxed on the couch and drank his drink empty.

"What?" I questioned, stunned.

"That dress. Your makeup and hair," he said again. "To much," he continued chuckling.

"I didn't-" I sighed and rolled my eyes. I didn't even want to finish my sentence. He twirled the olive at the bottom of his glass around.

"You look like someone who actually cares,but I'm sure your not one of those girls," he stated sarcastically.

"Ha. You think I want to marry an asshole like yourself?" I snapped back. He laughed as he got up to get a new drink. I sat back in my chair and huffed.

"Your a feisty one. Your new name is mishka," he stated. I shook my head.

"And yours is bolvan," i replied. Instead of walking back to his couch he walked to the window.

"I'm sorry mishka but we'll have to finish this conversation later. I have important business to take care of," he sat down his drink on a table. I looked at him, confused. He stood up on the open window sill. He jumped onto the roof below. I almost forgot that there was a landing and got up to look.

"What the hell is wrong with you," I shouted at him. He waved and was jumping out to the other parts of the roof. All of a sudden there were two more guys jumping with him. They gave each other high fives and waved back at me.

I turn around where I saw the door handle shaking. My mother walks in confused.

"Where's Viktor?"
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Hey guys. Thanks for reading my second chapter. I know it was kind of short and poorly written but it will get better. I promise. Anyways. THEY MET 😂. But no surprise. He was an asshole. Anyways what do you think of Viktor. Any suggestions?

I really don't know what to say. Comment And Vote if you liked it. Also if you have ANY suggestions please comment them. Anyways thanks. BYEEE.

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