The Wall

Chapter 1

Most little girls can't wait for this day. To bad I'm not like most little girls. Other girls my age are worried about what to wear, not what they should eat to make sure their dead sisters fiance like them. I'm getting married, married to my sister's fiance. She was 18, I'm 15. He's 29, just one of the perks of being a royal is your family decides who you marry. You don't have a voice when it comes to decisions like that, you almost don't have a voice for decisions at all.

My dad says I need to do it for my country, when really it's just for him. That i need to marry this man. A man I don't even know the only thing I know is that he's my dead uncle, wife's nephew. Also he rules over the half of the alliance my uncle used to. My uncle used to rule Scotland and the small Kingdom of England, was ruled by my dad.

As a little girl, you don't want to get married. At least not right now. I mean of course i want to get married. But, not at the age of 15. I was told last year that I wouldn't have to get married until I was 18 like my sister. She had been engaged for a year, and the day she died would've been the night before her wedding. I remember the conversation we had about the man. His name is Arthur the III.

I still remember how she described him. I remember her voice. " He's tall very tall, you can tell he got it from aunt Mary's side."he talked like she was disgusted with him. But, I would have been too if I had only met him once and the last time we talked, he told me he wanted me only for children.

She also described him as best as she could, but at least she was able to describe him. Evangelene was gorgeous, and the way she described the man he was not. She was about average height, she had a smile that lit up the room, and her eyes were as blue as the ocean, and they sparkled like the sun, her dark amber hair was beautiful with those natural curls that framed her face without her trying.

I however am shorter than average, im about 5'3, i have dark brown hair like our mother, my eyes are hazel, and my hair is straight as a board, and if its not straight its super wavy. I do not have the perfect look. Not even close. It's no wonder he chose her to be his bride in the first place. I mean really if you could have seen her. Wow.

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In about 3 hours I will be a bride, I don't know how to handle it. I'm about to go marry a man my sister could only describe as a monster. And, if anybody else tried to describe him they couldn't describe him otherwise either. How horrible must this man be. I really need my mom. I need to ask her how she felt when her and father were being married.Right as i had that thought i heard a subtle knock.

I hear my father's voice, the softest i've ever heard it before, " Meredith, can I come in?" he sounded genuinely sorry about something. It was very scary, more scary than the time he slapped me across my pale white face, and left a huge red print on the side.

It was there for about a week. Scared i answered, "yes.."

He came in he was in his monarchy uniform, the metals were super shiny he must've had his help clean them. He was tall and Dark haired, " Can we talk, i really want to talk before you do this."

I nodded anxious to see what he would say next. Maybe I wouldn't have to get married. Please let that be it. I'm just 15, I thought to myself. But the look in his eyes said something different, they said that he was sorrowful my dads not a person to show emotion. He looked at me and just stared, after a few moments; he said, " Arthur said he would like to speak to you before the wedding, he..." my father froze his look became more angered, " he wants to speak with you before the wedding, just to have a reassurance that you are still pure."

Quickly I snapped back, realizing I shouldn't have, " no man can say if im pure or not, this is just an excuse so that he can have a mistress!"