The betrothal to him caused some slight changes in what I thought my feelings were gonna be. See what you get for thinking.


1. Finding out

    "What do you mean a forced marriage, you can't choose who you love. How can you marry someone you haven't even met? And how do I get no say in this!" I yelled as I sat at the dinner table. "There is no need to yell dear. I'm sorry but you are almost 23 and you still haven't found yourself a man. So your father and I thought it was best we choose one for you," my mother said just as the servants were coming out of the kitchen with our meal for the night. We all sat at the table in silence. No one looking up from there plate and no one saying anything. My dog Lizzy was the one who broke the silence. She barked to let me know that she still has yet to get her dinner. So I got up from the table, complimented the chef for a wonderful dinner and went to go get Lizzy's bowl. After I fed Lizzy I went upstairs, down the hallway to the last door on the right and slammed the door. I couldn't believe what my parents had done. "How could they do this to me?" I thought to my self as I paced back in forth in front of my windowsill. They told me that I had to pack for a trip to my betrothal's house and that we leave in the morning. They also told me that I would be married into a royal family and that the prince was perfect for me. "How could they know who is perfect for me when they haven't even met him themselves!" I yelled as I threw myself onto my bed. I was exhausted and I didn't want to think anymore. So I called Lizzy up to my room, got my pajamas on and went to bed. That night I couldn't sleep well. I kept thinking about what this "prince" was gonna be like. Was he gonna be stuck up and bratty like some or clingy and self- centered like others. I just hoped that he wasn't either of those.




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