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❝ 𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑. ❞
Freedom.
It was such a small word but held the world in its letters. It meant anything and everything that they've never...
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Dahlia's long white dress scuffed the stone floor as she walked towards the throne room. She could hear the chatter through the large wooden doors. Nicholas stood outside with two guards, his little hands trying to adjust the dress clothes he wore. He didn't notice Dahlia until she crouched down in front of him. His eyes looked up and saw her.
"Woah, you look like a queen." Nicholas had a gleam of happiness in his eyes.
"Well, that is what I'm going for." Dahlia joked. She grabbed his coat and fixed it like he was trying to before.
"Thank you," Nicholas whispered, "Does this mean you and Timmy will be king and queen?"
"Yes, we will, " Dahlia responded. She saw a small trace of sadness on his face. "What's wrong?" Her hand combed through his hair. He mumbled in response and glanced at the ground. "I can't hear you, honey."
"Will you and Timmy still play with me?" His little voice quivered.
"We will always find time for you." Dahlia giggled.
"Will you even read me a bedtime story every night?" Nicholas questioned.
"Every night." She fiddled with his hair before it looked neater. Dahlia stood up and looked down at him. His hand reached up and grabbed hers. The two guards at the door opened them up and Dahlia came face to face with hundreds of people. They all stood up and looked at her. Nicholas could sense her uneasiness and gently squeezed her hand.
She willed herself to move forward and walk down the narrow aisle. Dahlia could feel the anxiety rise up in her. It ran through her veins and slithered around her spine. She tried to keep her head clear, but all she could do was glance around. At the front, between Kian and Armie, was an empty seat. Dahlia wanted it to be open, in memory of Adrian.
Her eyes eventually looked forward and saw Timothée. He was wearing traditional crowning clothes. To Dahlia, he already looked like a king. Her pulse calmed down at the sight of his smile. She moved forward faster, eager to start the ceremony. Once Dahlia made it to the steps and walked up. Timothée held out his hand and helped her up, as her dress was insanely long and easy to trip in. They held each other's hands as they faced on another. A small cough was heard and they looked down.
"Listen here, mister," Nicholas said and Timothée leaned down to listen to him, "I love you and I love Dahlia. But if you hurt her, I will never play hide and seek with you again." He warned. Timothée tried to cover up his amusement with a serious face.
"I promise I won't hurt her." He responds to the child. Nicholas looks him up and down before nodding and standing off to the side behind Dahlia. The room settles to silence as the music fades out. The high priest raises one of his hands and everyone sits down.
