Thread: To Love Until Death (LadyBloodyAva & Scyle)

The look upon Gabriella's face when the king had requested her presence was one of complete shock and awe. She feared speaking out of term, but the question would arise at some point. Why was she chosen? She held no eye for the vile prince that was in line for the throne. Prince Scythe was good looking, yes, but that was as far as she could go. He was pompous arrogant with a temper the size pf her pinky. He thought with the wrong head and only cared about himself. She was ready to flee the kingdom before the prince took the throne, because she dare not live beneath his rule. That was only the first. The second... she was not of noble blood. Not pure noble blood. The step daughter of a Lord. Step daughter. How could she be the unlucky women amongst so many other more noble and wealthy women to be pinned with the brawny brat of a prince. She had not slept soundly since that new had reached her ears. Her step father was beyond elated and constantly reminding her that this honor was prestigious and the rarest of the rare. It is not an honor, it is punishment... for what, I know not... but I would rather die a poor beggard than share his name and live within the same walls! Such a fiery passion within those light green eyes. Even as the seconds passed and the wedding was upon them. Dark auburn locks freely cascading about the creamy skin of her bare shoulders. Subtle curves that many women envied. A gown so white and pure that hugged her torso in the best of ways and flowed from her hips. A golden necklace hung from her neck with a single ruby nestled in the valley of her bust. A gift from the king. In the end she did not have a choice. The woman who had raised her as though she were her own daughter spoke to her last night. Another hellish night where she could not grasp sleep. In the end it was duty, not love, but duty that would bind her to the Prince. For now. Or so her step mother said. She had the smallest chance to make an influence on this kingdom, at his side. In the end, if anyone could make a dent in the Prince's behavior... it was her? Gabriella did not see how. She was neither a sleazy harlot, nor a powerful women. The sound of armor clanging as knights ran brought her out of her thoughts. Realizing that the ladies in waiting were done with her gown and hair and talking amongst themselves. What is wrong? The first words she had spoken all morning. One of the petite ladies spoke with caution, The Prince... is not here yet M'Lady. That was not shocking news. Perhaps there was some hope that he would not show up. Of course she held that glimmer of hope close to her heart. Her life was soon to take a drastic change and she would be sworn to the task of being a devoted wife of a heartless prince. Some how the bride had made it down the aisle before the Prince and there she stood. Silently praying that he wold not show. The priest looking frantically at the crowd that had gathered and then turning his gaze to the bride with a look of pity. She was ready for this to be done and over with, either he did not show, or he did and... oh heavens the consummation of the wedding! She stomach sunk to the trenches of hell. Her mind consumed with fearful thoughts as others occupied themselves with the task of finding the prince.