Forced Love

Chapter 13

It's the day of the wedding, and I am a big ball of nerves, sorrow, and dread.

It seemed like just yesterday I was just an average peasant girl. My days consisted of milking cows and working in the garden. Such an easy simple life. and now it's been turned upside down.

All because of that damned ball.

If i wouldn't have gone none of this would have happenned. If I had listened to my gut and just stayed home i would not have witnessed a mass murder. If Nelly had not have pressured me we wouldn't have been kidnapped. If I had just turned the carriage around I would not be about to marry a crazy evil prince.

It seems that God really does hate me. Drake could have been anywhere that night. He could have been pillaging villages or at some other stupid ball. BUt he just had to come to that ball that night.

Fate is really against me.

Now i am standing in my room looking at myself in a full length mirror. I am wearing the most beautiful dress I have ever seen in my life. Although it had a plunging neckline, lace covered the chest area and made it acceptable. The corset I was wearing made my waist look impossibly tiny. The silk flowed to my feet and was followed by a long trail of fabric that drifted behind me. I remember I used to dream about my wedding day and wearing a magnificent dress. Now I am... Just not the way I expected.

My hair was done by the servants this morning in a beautiful fashion. It was pulled up in intricate braids and a couple curls hung down and framed my face.

Early this morning I had awoken to Drake groping my body. He said he wanted have a little fun as a preview of what would happen tonight. He played with me for an hour before he left and ordered the maids to get me ready.

My thoughts kept returning to my family. I hadn't seen them since Drake ordered the guards to take them to the dungeon. Were they being treated good? Were they being fed? I kept thinking of their bruised faces staring up at me.

They were the reason I was going through with this.

If they were not here and out of harms way, I might be considering throwing myself put of the window. Or pushing a dagger through my heart.

But I have to be strong for them.

Killing myself will only sign their death warrant.

Suddenly the door opened and Drake rushed in. His eyes fell on me and he stopped moving immediately. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped.

"My love...you are so...beautiful..." he whispered

He took hesitant steps toward me until he wAs standing before me.

"Never before has my eyes beheld anything so heavenly perfect. Your beauty surpasses all other maidens in the land my love, and I am honored to be the one that will be by your side for the rest of your life."

Involuntarily a tear trickled down my cheek.

He placed his hands on my waist and pulled me closer to him. He leaned in close and whispered in my ear.

"The only ing stopping me from taking you right here and now is knowing that tonight, and every night for the rest of our lives, I will get to make love to you over and over."

I gasped and shoved him away roughly.

"Don't you know that it is unlucky to see he bride before the ceremony." I hiss angrily

His deep chuckles echo throughout the room. "I couldn't contain myself. Also I came here to issue a little warning."

Suddenly his face is serious.I gulp nervously.

"If for some reason during the ceremony you get....cold feet" he laughs evilly "your presents will be taken away and destroyed with just a snap of my fingers."

He snaps his fingers in my face for effect.

He's going to kill my...my family?

Oh my god. I'm being blackmailed into marrying the Black Prince.

"understood?"

I glare up at him and nod.

"Good! Now normally before the wedding it is traditional for the bride to consult with another married female in the family. They talk about what is to be expected of the brides in the marriage bed. Most girls have now clue of what happens between man and wife until the night of the wedding. But since you are not most girls...I didn't think it was nessacary for you to speak with someone. And if for some reason you have not figured out what is to come....then you will just have to be surprised." he says huskily.

My Face blushes red as he talks so casually about the marriage bed.

I admit, before all this I had no idea of what happens in the marriage bed. I had never even been kissed before.

But now...now I think I can figure out what goes on. The way he shoves his fingers inside me and the way he thrusts his shaft into my hand.

I can do the math. I know where his manhood is supposed to thrust into.

"secondly it is also traditional for the father to walk the bride down the isle. So I will you this and your father will come here in a couple minutes. And then the ceremony will begin my love."

Drake smiles happily and cups my face.

"I love you so much Elizabeth"

I look up into dark dark eyes and I do see it there. I do see the twisted love for me in his eyes. I also must admit he is handsome. He has a strong jawline and defined cheek bones. he was tall, standing at about six five. He towered over my five nine frame.

He looked like an angel.

A fallen angel.

He stares at me, waiting for me to reply.

I hate you.

"I love you too." I mutter.

He smiles crookedly at me . " good girl. I have to be going now, but I will see you in a couple minutes my love."

And walks out the door.

I sit down with a thump on the bed. While I'm staring down at the floor the door opens again. I look up to see my father entering. He has chains around his wrists and he still had bruises, but other than that he looked fairly fine.

"Papa" I whisper and hug him tightly.

"oh Elizabeth, I'm so sorry this is happening to you." he cries

I swallow back a sob and look up into is blue eyes. " it's ok Papa, this is my fault. I should never have gone to that ball."

"Shhh no, no. Don't talk like that. Thisis not your fault at all. It's that monsters fault. He has gotten his evil hands on you. My precious daughter...I can only imagine what he has done to you..."

I look away embarrassed. "He hasn't...forced himself upon me yet." I say truthfully.

My father looks at me with knowing eyes. "yet." he whispers

" you must not let him put is slimy hands on Elizabeth."

I shake my head sadly. " If I resist he says he will kill you."

" Don't sacrifice yourself for us. I can't even fathom the thought of him...forcing you. Even as your husband. Your mother and brother agrees, we would rather be tortured than that."

I nod. But in my head I know that I would rather be raped than have my family die.

At that moment a guard walks In and announces it's time.

My father walk hand in hand to the set of doors leading to the throne room.

We look at each other one last time before the door opens. There are tears in his eyes. He looks so devastated for me.

Before I break down again I take a deep calming breath just as the doors open.

It was time.