T'was Arranged

"Don't speak. Don't move. Don't utter a sound. You are to be docile and compliant at all times, for this was arranged. You want to love him? You want him to love you? Then only listen to me," my mother said, long nails nearly scraping my nose as she pulled the black veil over my face.

"Of course," I replied, rage boiling in my stomach. "What else can I do? You did manage to sell my soul to the devil, Madam Gwen."

♆War had been a constant factor in my coventry for the past half century. I didn't know why. I didn't want to know why, as long as my father had it under control. Our kingdom was on the precipice of victory and I was able to stay away from the whole war topic for the most part of my eighteen years of life.

But then my father died.

And my mother took over.

I am to be married to the neighboring coven's prince, the son of the man who killed my father.

T'was arranged and so foretold...♆