Her appointed chambermaid informed her that it was almost time for breakfast but that first; that a maid would come to prepare a bath for Mara. The maid arrived five minutes later and dutifully started to work.
After taking a bath the maid then helped Mara get dressed and made her look suitable for breakfast. Upon entering the dining hall, she felt as if all eyes were on her. She bowed to the respective Kings and Queen and then listlessly walked to the table. To everyone's surprise she didn't take place next to her husband to be next an open spot to her sister. Hermione was sitting to the left of her anyway, so she chose to sit in the middle. Her mother glared at her openly for refusing to sit next to her fiancée, but she pretended not to see and started eating her customary cold soup.
When breakfast was over, she left immediately without being able to give him a look worthy of it. With lead in her shoe, she went to the seamstress for the very last fitting of the wedding dress. She was accompanied by her sisters, mother, and Hermione. The ladies gave Mara and the dress an approving look before they left to get ready themselves.
For a moment Mara was alone in the room because the seamstress had left, and she looked at herself in the mirror.
She had been Mara Ravenclaw, Princess of Leidal and old spinster now she was going to become Mara Malfoy, Princess of Astella and unwanted wife of Draco Malfoy. She almost had to laugh because somewhere she thought this was very comical.
A knock on the door and several ladies came in to do Mara's hair and make-up. Apparently the two 'moms" had decided on what her hair should look like and had chosen a half up half down style with a with rose in the middle as decoration. Then the maids started on applying make-up and after a while they were finally done with Mara and happy with the result.
Mara didn't care about the result though. All she wanted to do was get through this day, the only thing she wanted and what she missed so much was being alone. Since this idea had come to fruition, she had hardly been alone, and she would kill to be able to go back to the library of her house and read a book in peace. If only.
Another knock and she flinched at the sound because she knew it was time. Hermione came in with a compassionate expression and gently said everyone was waiting.
She gave her a brief smile as assurance and walked with her to the courtyard where the whole company was waiting for her.
When she saw Draco something in her chest fluttered.
By God, she hated it to admit but he was a very handsome man to see. He had a light grey coat on with a white blouse that was combined with a rather large turquoise bow and was wearing dark grey trousers, accompanied by a feathered hat in the same colour which he was holding in his right hand. Somewhere the ensemble seemed to draw more attention to his silver-greenish eyes and making them more expressive. His light blond hair was carefully coiffed, parted to the right and he was sporting a nice tuft at the front.
Next to Draco stood Dante, who was wearing a similar suit to Draco's but darker and next to Dante stood someone she didn't know. He was so tall, tall as a tree she thought and had the blackest hair she had ever seen; and his suit matched the colour. He noticed her gaze and smiled at she friendly and she suspected he must be a good friend of the twins.
Mr. Cleery said the wedding party was complete and the ceremony could start. Narcissa, Lucius, Draco, her mother and sisters, Dante and the mysterious friend went in, and she were left alone with her father. Her father entangled her arm with his and looked at she.
"Are you ready; my dearest daughter?" and she heard his voice breaking. She took his hand and squeezed it briefly before she nodded. She took his hand and squeezed it briefly before she nodded and then walked with him to the entrance of the abbey with trembling legs.
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FanfictionAlternate HARRY POTTER UNIVERSE around 1900-ish or bit earlier To stop the bloodshed between two neighbouring countries, divided by a sea in between, Mara Ravenclaw of Leidal is forcibly married off to the arrogant, spoiled and cruel prince of Astel...