The King's Bride

Chapter 1

     Picture Above depicts how Elizabeth Macking is supposed to look. All Credits And Rights Belong To Their Respectful owners.
This story takes place in the ancient times, when there were kings etc. Do not copy.

As I hoist up my metal pail, I noticed even more people getting in line to get water from the well.
Although my eyes were covered with a black piece of cloth. I could see the streets clearly , and it was lively, a lot more than usual.

Compared to how it was a couple of days ago majority of the crowd here are people I considered my friends, yet they were the same people that were holed up in their homes not thinking twice about the people on their death beds.

Nevertheless, I hate crowded areas, what can I say I'm an introvert. And I have reasons;
I'm the only one with blue eyes due to a mutation, according to what the local doctor says, I'm not a witch but people can't seem to get it through their thick skulls.

It sickens me, hence the blindfold, and also because of the recent trend of nobles bounty hunting for blue eyes I have to be careful.

Though mother always says it's beautiful, being traumatized at a young age because of being called a witch or a future concubine isn't exactly something I adored those memories still haunt me,but I manage to bare it.

Though it's been at least ten years since that horrendous experience, maybe even worse than horrendous. The first time I ever- It's still at the back of my mind, and it will never, ever leave.

I slap my cheek with my empty hand although not hard enough to leave a bruise, pushing away memories that should remain buried... forever but I keep getting an eerie feeling that it will soon be dug up and it will certainly be my demise.

I decide to fill my heads with petty thoughts, like what kind of ribbon would be best suited for my hair, it had grown long enough for mother to take even more pleasure in brushing it.
Her hair was a nice brown color that was darker compared to Dad's or so I'm told, even though, she liked long hair she never let it grow past her shoulders.

I don't like long hair but I let it grow past my waist line, just for mother it's the least I can do for her.

With each step I can hear the mud make a squish sound underneath my slippers, it had rained yesterday the crops should be thankful, it's been a while since it last rained. During the drought I saw how heartless people could be.

There is a saying that people only give when they have enough for themselves, that saying is wrong. People only give when they have enough and then some more.
And that I will never understand, shouldn't you share when you have?

Our superficial King and Prince did nothing to help when we went head first into a drought. Somebody close to me died because of it, I held unto the pail of water tighter trying to contain my useless anger seeing as though I couldn't do anything about it.
I mean I'm a peasant, maybe even lower than one.

Curse that worthless King! I hope the bastard burns in the depths of hell, I think to myself with an innocent grin on my face.

I walk happily yet steadily towards my home, making sure not to spill the water in the pail. I don't feel like walking half a mile twice.
That happiness was short- lived as the color in my face quickly vanished the moment I spotted the kings crest on a flag, swaying in the wind with its pole attached to the royal carriage.
The carriage was blood red with gold embedded for design, the wheels were made of iron and tiny specks of diamonds decorated the doors.

The coach looked like he could be a noble so instinctively bowed my head to him before rushing into the house, he looked at me like I had lost my mind, I ignored him and headed towards the cabin forgetting about the pail filled with water in my hand.
Why was a royal here? No- no why was there even a royal flag here? Selling just the flag would provide food for me and mom and then more for at least 5 months!

"Mom!" I scream before hurriedly pulling the beige curtain that added any form of privacy to the living room. Which was connected to the main door in a tunnel like shape, our home was like a maze, everything was connected by the walls.

We used beige colored curtains to demarcate each part of the house.

My eyes expand and fill with disgust as shivers run down my spine, as I see the man who was sitting on mothers knitting chair with a lewd smile spread across his face.

"P- Prince Nicholas..." I Instinctively bow my head again.

I pull the hood of my black cape on just so I could feel safe. I'd come bursting into the cabin like a fool, I glance at my mother quickly to see if she was okay, luckily she seemed fine.

I grip on my my dark green dress with stitches all over it. It's length reached my ankles. Did we owe, that can't be though because we just payed the tax.

"E-Elizabeth Macking." He mimicked my nervous speech and chuckled. I gritted my teeth forgetting to be worried as to how he knew my name, this handsome, worthless bastard.

His hair was raven black, and it reached the ends of his neck.
    His eyes were golden, his lashes were long and something about him was still muscular and manly even though his build wasn't excessive.

I'd taken a liking to him when I saw him parading the streets of the town having his men hand out bags of rice, that was all before I realized how worthless he really was.
The brown carpet on the floor seemed to blur, as I tried to keep my emotions suppressed, It wasn't working.

The thoughts of disgust and rage just kept piling up. As I kept my head down the same questions kept going through my mind.Why was he here?

"I have come to ask for your hand in marriage." He said nonchalantly, like it wasn't a matter of discussion, he already knew the outcome, I already knew the outcome. His word was law.

Anything he demanded would be momentarily placed at his feet, he was the Prince, I was a peasant, the only thing  above him was his father.

People would gladly follow and obey his wishes. He proved that he had and has the strength to eliminate any opposers he may as well have been a war god.

Every single battle he got involved in he'd constantly made sure he had crushed his enemies like bugs, with little to no casualties.

He shouldn't have come to ask, it feels just like he's rubbing his superiority in my face and I don't like how it feels.

I hate it. I despise him.

Yet now, I will be forced to overlook that and bury my feelings to become his wife. Why did he want me, what was so special about me.

It couldn't be my eyes, because not a single body in this town had seen my except my closest friend and I trusted her. So what was it?

He got up, in a way that would immediately let you know he wasn't one of us. He walked towards me in slow manner all while looking at my face. I put my head down quickly feeling intimidated.
I clasp my hands together in front of me trying to focus on them.

I then saw his feet from under my hood, he placed his long but soft fingers under my chin and lifted it up in an unhurried way.

I looked up at him, and he smiled pulling off my hood, now a little quickly, he then reached for the knot behind my head. The knot that kept my blindfold in place,my heart started to race, no. No, he couldn't know, I was always very cautious.

He knew. Perfectly well.