Legend of Labri.

Chapter Four.

I sat on my bed as my mother combed my hair. She twisted it up and weaved a vine into my hair so it would hold up. I wore my green silk dress that puffed out at the waist. It was lined with the finest linen. I wore several beaded brackets around my wrists and ankles.

My wedding day had come so quickly. My mother helped me dress, and had cooked our wedding feast. Turak had not been allowed to see me,  and I was thankful for that. I was so scared, was i going to lose Yasitu forever?

I had heard news that the men had arrived back early this morning. They had brought back three large deer and one bear that crossed paths with them. Two of the hunters had sustained injuries. I hoped that Yasitu wasn't one of them.

"There all done dear." My mother said.

"Mother?"

"Yes dear?" she sat down next to me and held my hand in hers.

"Will I have to lay with him?" I asked.

"That is your choice to make Nemeria. " she said rubbing my back to sooth me.

It was time. My father came to fetch me to escort me to the village square where the ceremony was being held. My father was dressed in a deep blue coat, the one that almost resembles the colour of Yasitu's eyes.

My heart was in my throat as i walked down that narrow path way. Villagers from Kotra and Labri stood together for the first time in harmony.

Everyone was dressed for the occasion. I looked around, I saw Jessabel, and some other friends, I saw Kurt the milkman, ever Breda who sowed this dress for me. No Yasitu. I scanned the crowd for that pair of blue eyes but i didn't find them.

I saw Turak, standing with Father Haynes. He was a priest who's only job was to marry people before the eyes of God. If God is real and he sees my heart he will know I am being forced into this marriage against my own will.

Turak wore the traditional green shirt and pants, the same colour of my dress. It was our villages tradition to marry in green the colour symbolising good.

I must admit he looks rather attractive, maybe mother was right. Maybe I would eventually learn to love him, or for the sake of our village just pretend but that would be rather hard since he doesn't love me at all.

His eyes widened at my appearance, his lips curving into a smile. My heart fell. My Father rubbed my back, in order to sooth my discomfort.

People cheered. I had to lift my dress in order for me to not trip over the edge of it. The bouquet of green Resiene rested between my sweaty palms , an indigenous flower, Mother Nature's blessing.

My father handed me over too Turak. His hand was soft, smooth and warm. Unlike Yasitu's, rough and callused from years of work.

"Nemeria and Turak are you ready to start the ceremony?" Father Haynes asked.

"Yes." We both replied. I sucked in a breath. Did I really want to do this? Marry a man I actually do not love?

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