Fearheartof5

Marriage. It was something you never wanted, nor planned to have. Something you hated, and something your Mother had refused to happen until you were ready. And yet here it was, being forcefully shoved down your throat like the vegetables you never ate as a child. “We leave tomorrow.” Your father said sharply. He then turned on his heel and left, his personal maid scurrying after him. Marriage. After standing stock still for longer than you could remember, you too took off. You pushed guards and servants out of your way with more force than needed as you sped down the castle halls. …marriage… (Name), the oldest