Thread: Veiled Affair [Reserved]

But, Mother...you know I've always been weary of those animals! The exclamation fell upon deaf ears as Victoria was forced to follow the stubborn woman who was not going to have any of this. She was the Queen, thus, why would she have to listen to her daughter complaining? Victoria's life had already been set in stone from the moment she was conceived, and would stay in order until the day she died. To put it lightly, the nineteen year old was slowly fading away. Her spark was catching a wind-chill, as the nearing of her twentieth birthday was breathing down her neck, soon to be followed by her wedding day. Who was her betrothed? A man she had yet to meet, and a man from what she had heard, was quite famous amongst the muffled whispers flowing throughout their kingdom. He sounded like one who had gotten around, and not in the good way either. The day was gorgeous, the sun set high in the sky whilst the birds happily chirped and decorated their garden, which led them out to the back stables of their estate. Surrounded by lush grass and sweet smelling flowers, Victoria would much rather have preferred to settle down and enjoy the scenery of what their workers created. That, was not on today's roster, though. She was going to learn how to ride a horse, due to the fact that her Prince Charles was quite the fan of such a hobby. Was he going to learn how to crochet lace napkins? No, of course not. It was her duty as a woman to bend over backwards for someone she knew she would eventually come to hate. No complaining, young women of your stature don't do such a thing. Also, you will be in good company, Sir William is our best rider and will be teaching you, Queen Anne informed, her robes trailing behind her in a mess of maroon silk. Victoria was dawning a far more simple gown, allowing her to learn the basics with less obstructions. Nevertheless when she laid eyes upon their valiant steeds, she grew nervous and her tender palms were sweating out of sheer fear. She was delicate, standing at only a mere five feet and two inches. That beast could kill her in one blow! Yes, she was beyond comforted knowing her beloved William would have her safety in his hands, but that would not take away from the gripping nausea forming within her gut. William had been there since she could remember, always the Knight her father was most proud of. He boasted about the man whenever he could, and the King had every right to. The women would swoon for miles, and keeping it to herself, Victoria couldn't blame them. Such fantasies were near sinful and she was horribly embarrassed with herself when she dared to dream of a day when he would hold her hand. She blamed it on her hormones and the lack of physical attention she had gained thus far. Absolutely no interest from another, or any bit of affection. It was strenuous, especially on someone with such a big heart as Victoria. Keeping a good ten feet between herself and the mount, she rang her fingers together tightly, the long fiery tresses adorning the top of her head tied up against her neck in a white ribbon. She was a beauty, and gained the best features from her parents. A nimble slope of a nose, brightly lit green eyes accompanied with a caramel hued tan. Victoria was aware of her blessing, yet she never dared to boast about such. It wasn't polite, and she was far too naturally humble for that type of talk. In fact, they would dare say she was too shy for her own good.