Love, in the future is simple. If you are wealthy, and come from a rich family, your parents chose whom you marry.
Taylor Swift comes from a royal family, and her mother has decided that the time has come for her to stop messing around with her frie...
Tell me about yourself. "There isn't much to tell." I say quietly. "I'm sure there is." "Nope. Nothing." I am walking with my arms folded, and not daring to look at him. "Well..." He starts. "I'm sure that this marriage will be a great alliance between our two cities." I sigh. "I'm sure it will."
"That's it, Taylor. It has been decided. You are going to be married to Prince Alexander in three weeks." My father says, and my jaw almost drops down to the ground. "What? That's not fair!" "It might not be fair, sweetheart but it is how life works." My mother says, and I feel the tear slip silently down my cheek. "It wouldn't be like this if I wasn't a princess!" I yell, turning around and running out of the dining room, the sound of my heels on the tiled floor drowning out the silence. I don't want this life. I don't want to marry him. "Miss Taylor?" Abigail says as I pass her in the hall. "What is wrong?" "Nothing, I'm fine." "No, you're crying. Taylor, you can confide in me." She says, curtsying. I stop walking. I cross my arms over my chest. "They want me to marry." "The Prince That was here two days ago?" "Yes. I mean, he is a nice man but I don't love him! And I never will!" "Come with me." She says, and I can't ignore the mysterious look in her eyes. "Why?" "Miss Taylor, you are just going to have to trust me."
She leads me into my room, and closes the door. "You may leave." I tell the servants who are currently making my bed. They curtsy, and leave. I stand by the fire, my hands over my face. "There is a place, Miss Taylor. A place where you can go, to forget. To dance and be...not a princess." "What?" I say, scepticism in my voice. "It's..." She pauses. "Come with me. Tonight." "If my mother found out she'd kill me!" I hiss. "I'm not allowed to leave the palace without guards." "That is, when you're a princess. Tonight you would just be a girl, going out with her friend." "I don't know... I'm not allowed! And if anyone were to see me..." I pause. "And if anyone were to see you... you'd be executed!" "It's better than being stuck in a life where you aren't really living." She says under her breath. Maybe I could go. Maybe I could forget. "Face it, Taylor. You have no clue about life outside of these walls." She's not wrong. "Okay, Okay. I'll go. But I don't have a dress that isn't... isn't... like this." I say, motioning to my dress. "I can sort that. I will be back in a minute."
While she's gone, I pace around my room. I'm getting married. To a man I just met. And now, I'm going to do something bad. "Taylor? Honey?" I hear my mother call and I panic. What if Abigail comes back and she's here? "Mom, go away." It's the first time I've ever said those words to her. I sigh. "I just need time to get my head around all this. I'll get my servants to bring me my dinner here. I'll see you tomorrow." "But-" "Mom, just go." I hear her walk away and relax. She knows what this is like. She went through the exact same thing. About two minutes later I hear the door open and Abigail walks in. "Here," She says, handing me a dress that is certainly... flat. Usually all my dresses involve many different layers, but this is just one single piece of fabric. "Put this on tonight. I will meet you in your room at 11."
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