Cecelia lives and works alongside her family, on their farm.

An amazing opportunity arises, the Prince choose her as a candidates to become his wife.

But what happens when the other, richer, candidates get jealous?

Cecelia's world is ripped apart...


1. Preface



‘’It’s your turn.’’

I looked up at the tall, muscular guard’s dirty and sweat ridden face, he did not seem to be bothered that he was taking me to my death; then again, I was one in billions. He’d been through it all before. I nodded quickly in response and swallowed hard, knowing what was coming for me. The guard unhooked his key loop from his belt, searched through the many rusty keys, to find the right one. Once he had found the correct key he placed it into the key and sharply turned it, opening the iron door.

‘’Follow me, do not do anything more stupid,” the guard exaggerated the more in his sentence, as if he found it funny that I was there, which he most likely did “you don’t want to end up in any more pain, do you?’’ I shook my head, not that it mattered, I was about to die anyway.  Unless, it was set up wrong, then I would swing in agony for half an hour before I finally suffocated, the guards had made sure I remembered it.

‘’No’’ I whispered, my voice croaky, my mouth dry and my lips were cracked, I hadn’t had proper drink in days. How did I even end up like this? I stood up of the stone floor, which had been my room, my bed and my life for the last week and would pass on to another criminal ‘like me’.

‘Follow me. Try to run and we will kill you.’’ The guard pointed to his nasty looking knife, which was sitting in the special pocket, which all the guards had, on his worn out belt. I careful walked on through the dark tunnels, I didn’t want to fall, trip or make any surprising movements as it may be my last as the guards aged eyes were staring at my back. I was bare-footed, as I had had my shoes and my clothes taken away from me, just in case I was hiding any secretive weapons. I was only wearing a simple cloth dress that looked like it was supposed to be a crisp white, but it was a dirty yellow colour, with what looked like bloodstains that refused to come out. My hands were handcuffed behind my back so I couldn’t act or harm anybody, not that I’d want to as I’d probably end up worse than they would, but they did not know that, they thought I had killed someone. I tried not to look into the other iron caged rooms, like my one, as inside them were dangerous criminals, most of them murders, if not all, I was supposedly the same as them, a criminal, but I hadn’t done anything wrong I had just fallen in love with the wrong person. I tried to stop myself from thinking about him so I listened to the loud thumps of my heartbeat and the loud, clumpy footsteps of the guard and the constant wines of the locked up people. I could see a glimpse of the wooden structure in the room front of me, not long to go now, I shivered, what had I done wrong to be sentenced to death? Murder. That’s what I’d done wrong, or at least, what they thought I’d done. I hadn’t done anything, nothing.

‘’Stop.’’ the guard suddenly said, making me jump out of my skin as he had broken the deadly silence. I sighed in relief; he had not reacted to my jump, the knife was still safe in his belt.

The guard stared at another guard and then he came over. The new guard looked much younger than the first. He only looked a couple of years older than I did. I would not be surprised if we were the same age, the horrendous job probably added years. His eyes looked tired and like they had seen too much, but his face still looked youthful.

‘Have fun with her.’ The first guard smirked ‘Murderer.’ I had to control myself from telling them I was not the killer, I was still covered in cuts and bruises from a few nights before, when I said I had not done anything wrong. I winced at the thought of the slaps, the kicks, the punches and the pull of the guards tearing at my hair, all of which I had received.  

The young guard came up to me with a metal chain, the one that was going to kill me. I gulped. It’s too late now. Why would they believe me now? They did before. They think I killed someone, they do not care whom, why or where and they will never know, as it’s their job to kill me, no questions asked.

‘I’m sorry’ he whispered ‘I do not believe you did anything wrong, I have to do this or they will kill me’ he looked sad, he seemed nicer, at least I would save his life. If he refused my death, he would most certainly die too.

`Just get in don`’ the original guard said. The young guard nodded.

The chain was placed over my head.

My hands were hot and clammy and my forehead had beads of sweat dripping down into my eyes, which had real tears forming in them. I was scared, I was only 18 and I was about to die. Innocently.

‘’NEXT!’’ the executor shouted.

A grimy body of a sturdy looking man was carried out, past me, by two guards on a sheet of cloth covered in bloodstains and dirt, exactly as I would leave the prison in a few minutes.  I took a big breath of air, which was going to be one of the last breaths I would ever breathe. I walked forwards slowly. I could hear shouting coming from the long and winding tunnels, most likely a criminal being brought in. I stepped forward and the executor attached my chain to another chain, which was attached to the tall wooden frame. The guard started hoisting me up the frame and the chain around my neck got tighter and tighter the higher I went. The shouting in the tunnels got louder and louder until I could hear the footsteps of a person running.

‘’STOP!’’ a voice I knew very well shouted. I smiled, my knight in shining armour, my prince. The executor stopped hoisting me into the air above and let me fall to the floor with a loud clatter. I smiled and looked up into the face I missed and loved most of all before everything went black.

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