The Pirate and The Princess ♛Haudrey♛ (✓)

Arranged Marriages, and Arguments

Audrey's P.O.V.-

"I don't know if you know this but Prince Aziz, son of Aladdin and Jazmin, is single. Now your father and I have talked to his parents, and we have agreed that the two of you would be great for each other." My mother said smilign as she squeezed my hand.

"So tomorrow, afternoon, you Aziz, will be going on a date," She said smiling as she flipped her blonde hair behind her shoulder.

"But mo-" I began to complain before being interrupted.

"No buts." She said standing up. "You've been single for far too long. You need to learn to keep a man, who can help you." 

"You managed to lose Ben to a villain." Mom said coldly. 

I couldn't believe she would say that. I mean yeah I know that I wasn't good with guys, but saying that Mal was a villain and that I couldn't keep a guy? That was far too much. Yeah okay, Ben ended up falling for Mal. And I was happy for them I wasn't before but I am now. And I wanted now was to find a love as strong as theirs.

"I don't want to go out with Aziz!" I said standing up angrily. "I can keep a man I just don't want to. And Mal is not a villain." I added sassily.

And just like that, she slapped me. I stumbled backward, falling back down onto my bed. My mouth fell open as I held onto my throbbing cheek. What the actual hell is wrong with my mom today? She looked at me angrily, as she fixed her dress down.

"You will go out with him, and later get married. And you better learn to keep Aziz around or it'll be over for you." Mother said smilign calmly, as she full-on threatens me.

"Yes, mother," I said trying to push down the tears forming in my eyes.

"Now come over here and help me pick your date outfit!" SHe said smilign offering me her hand.

I took her hand begrudgingly letting go of my cheek to straighten my sundress as she led me to my walk-in closet. Once we were inside she began walking around as if checking her options as I stood by the door, hitting my lip to try and stop from crying. I hated my mother more than anything. She was always like this. People always seemed to think that my life was so perfect but not really. That's just how I make it seem.

My mother began flipping through the racks of dresses, shirts, skirts, pants, and shorts. Occasionally looking down to observe my shoes. Why was she doing this to me? All I wanted to do was be myself but being a royal always got in the way. Just when I thought we could finish this whole thing without talking my mother turned around opening her mouth to talk to me again.

"His mother told me that he would be taking you out for a picnic in the Arabian deserts. So come find a good dress for the heat." She said smilign as if she hadn't just done all of that to me. "And make it something attractive, we want him to marry you." 

I only nodded my head as I began looking at the dresses around me I wanted something simple. But the more I looked through the racks the more I realized how much I wished that Aziz was Harry. In all of his black-haired glory, hook in hand wearing his dark red pirate coat. I really missed him. It's only been 10 minutes since he left but I miss him more than I've ever missed anyone. 

After walking past the dresses one time I realized that there only one dress that I could wear. It was appropriate to wear but wasn't something I wanted only Harry to take me on a date with was my plain white halter dress. It was simple so I paired it with light pink block strappy sandals. I then looked around picking up a pearly pink necklace. It was perfect. It seemed like something I'd wear on a date with Harry.

Shit! Harry! How am I supposed to tell Harry that I'm supposed to get married, to Aziz? Ho was I supposed to tell him that I couldn't date him because I was supposed to date some stuck up prince. I couldn't do that to Harry. It was basically like cheating on him. I had to explain everything to him after my mother left. So I took the outfit to her where she stood at the front of the room, smilign. Like the demon that she was. I handed the outfit to her, which she took happily, looking at it.

"Perfect, for a bride."