A simple tale

19. A World of Red

Ai Jei POV
Red......once a colour that I had despised so much. A colour that had so much to do with me...a violent colour, reminding me of all of the lives I had taken. All of the red blood I had spilt from my victims' suffering bodies. Red that had stained my wrists when I felt dead inside.
Now red no longer stained my wrists and razor. The meaning of red had changed forever for me. Red the colour of hope,of joy and possibly of love.
Yet today red was the most important colour. For today I had donned magnificent red robes, hesitantly placing the bejewelled veil over my face I was finally ready. As if by magic a servant came in to take me. I let myself be lead to the golden carriage in which I would be paraded around the city. I slipped onto the plush silk seat and drew the curtain. I groaned in pure discomfort as sunlight flooded into the small compartment of the carriage, making me squint. As we passed through the streets of the capital cheers greeted us at the sight of the royal carriage.

Third person POV
The citizens watched in awe as the magnificent carriage passed by. Everyone loved their third prince, who had helped many of them in times of need, so they felt an obligation to cheer for the woman that would hopefully make him happy. To their astonishment a small pale hand waved back at them through the window. The simple gesture of the pale hand waving back pit hope in their hearts, that the prince may be happy even though the match was arranged. Little did they know that in fact the relationship between the 2 had crossed the barrier of a loveless marriage.

Ai Jei POV
I quietly descended from the carriage. Facing the front of the palace I took a deep breath as the whole right premier bowed to me, their formation lining the way up the steps to the front of the palace. I guess running away was out of the question then.
(A/N the palace is in the media above.)
At the top of the stairs Xi waited for me, a prideful smile gracing his beautiful face. I looked at the man who, over the past few months, I had begun to develop foreign feelings for. I ascended the steps towards the front of the palace, careful not to trip over my long layers of robes, which I could barley see through my veil. When I reached the top I smiled weakly at Xi. This was such a big decision. What if I regretted it? What if Xi got tired of me? As if he sensed my apprehension Xi grabbed my hand and squeezed it. Soon after the priest arrived we started the ceremony. The priest tied our hand together with a piece of red silk and began the ceremony. After what seemed like years Xi was finally allowed to lift my veil and kiss me for the first time as his wife.
We then proceeded to the marriage chamber and well you know what happened next.

A/N Hi I'm sorry I haven't written in a while but I had a lot of stuff to do. So what do you think, they're finally married!