Chapter 3. Wedding or Funeral?

The castle was buzzing with excitement. My mother had somehow managed to turn our large home into the most lovely wedding venue in two days time. Tables were set in the dining hall with the most beautiful gold China and crystals lined every vase, stairwell table and light fixture. White and red roses was expertly placed on every chair, hallway and arch wile the tapestry and table cloths matched in patterns of crimson red and bright white. The alter was a combination of crystals, roses and silk fabric bringing a sense of romance to the room.

   I could feel my nerves getting the best of me as I stared into the long mirror in my dressing room. My makeup and hair was done with expertise. My blue eyes shined in contrast with the highlighter on my cheeks and red lip stain applied to my plump lips, my hair was half up and half down framing my heart shaped face wile the blonde ringlets draped down my back. 

  My dress was all white and slim fitting with long see through sleeves and upper chest that had almost microscopic jewels all the way up and down making me look as if I glittered. The back laced up exposing a lot of skin as well as the dimples on the small of my back. The dress was a mixture of classy, elegant and sexy. My mother would say modest as well but the exposed skin on my back, see through sleeves and upper torso said otherwise.

    It was practically a strapless, backless dress with just a light shimmer of jewels up my arms and above my breasts and the lightest piece of fabric that looked as if it would rip at the slightest touch.  

  "Oh My God" I heard my mother squeel. "My darling you are absolutely breathtaking! This prince is a lucky man my sweet girl."

 I sighed "Thank you mom, I hope he is handsome as well." I smiled sheepishly. I still didn't want to go through with this but I fained joy the best I could to ease my mother and fathers heavy hearts. My mother kissed me on the cheek "Are you ready dear? It's time." She said as she placed a small but stunning tiara on my head "Yes mom, I'm as ready as I will ever be." I said, my nerves now chewing away at my insides making me feel peekish.  My mother grinned and escorted me out of my changing room and into the foyer where the ceremony is about to take place. 

     I stand at the end of the isle, my father comes beside me and takes me by the arm to walk me twords my unexpected fate. Red and white rose petals line the entire isle all the way to the end where a blonde, tall and muscular man waits for me, dressed in a all black suit with a red tie and white rose pined to the left pocket. His eyes lock onto mine and I see a devilish grin play across his handsome features as his light brown eyes practically undress me as I walk closer. Finally I made it to the end of the isle where my father placed my hand into the large cold hand of prince Colby and then said with tears in his eyes "Be good to her." Before he kissed my cheek and walked away. Colby pulled me up under the alter and then to face him, his brown eyes pierced mine, his blonde hair was slicked back and his face was no longer that of a baby it was that of a man a handsome man at that, I could feel the strength in his hands as well as the eerie and dark aura that radiated off of him, I'm guessing it's the power of his magic because he is known for being a powerful warlock. "You look stunning Anna-Leigh" he said in a deep rough voice. I felt myself stiffen at the masculinity that radiated off of him, I was almost afraid. However his hand was gentle on mine and he looked at me with what I thought I saw was need filling his chocolate brown eyes "Thank you." I squeeked. I ment for it to come out more confident however the small peep was all I managed to get out. 

   We said our vows quickly, perhaps to quickly because now it was time for the kiss and I had never kissed anyone before. He placed his lips gently on mine they were soft and patient, for a moment I thought to myself maybe this wouldn't be to bad, that perhaps I judged to quickly.

    The ceremony ended and hence came dancing and festivities. A large table held an abundance of fruits, vegetables, and meats such as beef, suckling pig and sweet meats wile adjacent from that sat a table with a massive amount of chocolates and sweets and in the middle was a magnificent red and white cake. Everyone ate, danced and laughed, except for me and the prince. We just sat awkwardly next to one another, his eyes never leaving me with a possessive nature burning in them. 

   "So, tell me about yourself" I said to him nervously trying to make conversation with my new husband. He looked at me then replied In a deep and dangerous tone "I'm a man who is to be king, I hunt, fish, kill and enjoy beautiful women." He said with a devilish grin. I felt chills run up my spine, though he kissed me gently at the altar and was very handsome I still cant help but to fear him though I truly have no reason why. "Tell me about yourself princess." He said curiously, I replied as casually as my nerves would allow "Well, I enjoy practicing my magic, I love to make flowers grow and I also love walks and nature" I smiled thinking of my favorite place in the castle, it was the gardens which was full of roses, sunflowers, gardenias and other beautiful flowers as well as an abundance of herbs. "Are you a virgin?" He asked casually, I froze at the question. "That's a bit direct isn't it?" I said cautiously "Well, yes but as you are now my wife I have the right to know if you have ever been touched and if so then by who so he can be disposed of. I don't like competition" possessiveness now seeped into his voice making my blood run cold. "Well if you must know I am a princess not a whore, I have never been touched and it does offend me that you would ask that question considering we don't know one another at all." I felt insulted. "My princess you and I will be getting to know one another very well, because we will be sharing bedchambers tonight.. you do know that, don't you?" A grin touched his lips and I suddenly feel the need to get up so I did and I walked away from my husband feeling the need for air. Just the thought of sex terrifies me, i am far from ready to have sex especially not tonight with a stranger.

   All to soon it was announced that the festivities are over and me, my new husband and his and my parents thank all for attending then way to soon I am led to the bedchambers where the prince is staying and I am stripped and changed and prepared by my servants for my marriage consummation. 

  "Please, can you send my mother in" I frantically ask my servant who is preparing me for tonight "yes madam, of course" she said and quickly left. Only minutes later did the door open and my mother walked in nearly in tears "My sweet girl, how are you feeling?" I began to shake "m..mom… I'm not ready.. I'm not ready for this, I can't do this part… I'm afraid and I don't know him and I've never even kissed a boy prior to this.." "shhhh.." my mother says "you are going to be fine, sex is a beautiful thing its just your nerves and if it is to much just simply ask him to wait, I'm positive he will understand and give you time." She looks at me and gives me what seems like a sad smile "okay mom, thank you." I said in a small voice. She then kisses me on the forehead and leaves the room.  

    I sit on the edge of the bed with my hands in my lap, my once half up blonde hair was now let down making waterfalls of ringlet curls all the way down my back, my legs and breasts are somewhat exposed by the short and revealing white nighty, I can feel my hands get clammy as I twitch my fingers waiting for the prince to come into our chambers. 

   The door opens and i feel my heart leap into my chest, I look over to the large white door and see him walk in, his hair now tassled. He is wearing a loose white shirt that is open at the front exposing his pale muscular chest. His black pants are already unfastened and he is barefooted. "Stand" he commands as his eyes drink in the image of me on his bed more exposed than I've ever been in front of anyone, his expression is dark and hungry. "What?" I said, confused by the demanding tone in his voice "I said stand" he nearly growls, I flinch at the sudden anger then I reluctantly stand and face him as I watch his devilish and hungry gaze take me in. 

  He begins to walk over to me confidently and I instinctively take a step back which is useless because he reaches me in all of two strides and is now is nose to nose with me. 

   I freeze in fear, I feel his masculinity radiate off of his body and I feel something else… what is that? Rage? Before I can finish my thoughts he wraps his hand up into my hair and jerks me up by the hair to his level in a violent and rough kiss, I cry out from the sudden movement and pain from the pulling of my hair and try to push him away unable to breathe. "Please…don't be so rough, I'm new to this." I say breathlessly still trying to break away from his grip "See the thing is princess, you are now mine to do with as I please and honestly I don't like the way you spoke to me today, you will please me tonight in any way that I want and their isn't a thing you can do about it." He said threateningly I suddenly feel my body get hot and then I look him with rage "Excuse me? Who do you think you are? I will not be treated as a whor…" before I could finish my sentence I felt a hard slap across my face and then I taste blood as I hit the floor. He just hit me, on our wedding night, my husband just struck me. He grabbed me up by my hair again and threw me onto the bed roughly then proceeded to climb on top of me and slapped me again, this time my ears rang I then felt myself begin to cry. "You will give me what I want, when I want and if you fight me I will take it!" His voice boomed "please" I pleaded "I'm a virgin, please." I managed to sob but he didn't care not even a little. He jerked my top down exposing my full breasts and began to shove his hand under my nighty, I felt his fingers try to painfully enter me and I cried even harder. This wasn't supposed to happen this way, I'm married to and evil man. 

     I felt my rage then come to the surface, I would NOT be raped by my husband, he will NOT take what hasn't been given to him.

   I used my magic to levetate a hard glass vase and before he could move I smashed it over his head then kneed him in the groin I then jumped from the bed and grabbed the chair from the desk next to the bed and I slammed it over his back and part of his skull knocking him unconscious. I ran out of the room with my nighty torn half off my body as fast as I could to my chambers and then slammed the door shut then spelled a lock on it so he couldn't break through even if he wanted to. 

   I sat down in front of my door and began to sob, my first experience with a man was supposed to be beautiful and intimate but instead I was beat, assaulted and nearly raped, I felt a wave of nausea come over me and I ran to my bathroom expelling every ounce of food I had taken in during the festivities. I returned to my vanity and cringed at the state I was in.

    My hair which was made to look perfect for him was now in a tangled mess and my makeup smeared along with blood dripping from my mouth and my eye, bruises was already showing up and the swelling obvious. My breasts was fully exposed and had the blood from my face all over them. I cried even more. 

   I knew what I had to do, I needed to tell my mom and dad they would fix this. I quickly changed my clothes and began to leave the room but then stopped as I heard someone run to my parents chambers demanding that he speak with them urgently, I could hear the panic in his voice as he informed my parents of dire information. 

    "My Lord! My lady! The northern Troup has been all but wiped out by the intruders! There was only one survivor and they left him alive to deliver a message! They said they are coming, they are coming for us all! The wolves are coming!" 

  I heard my mother gasp. "Tell the troops to prepare for what is to come! also wake and inform king Segfried we will need him to hold up his alliance now, we are going to war!" Yelled my father. 

     I couldn't end this alliance now my kingdom needed this army, we need the prince and kings army or we all may be wiped from the face of the earth, no matter how cruel my husband is I couldn't forsake my people or my family to be torn to pieces by savage beasts. 

   I performed a healing spell to heal my wounds the best I could and what my magic couldn't fix I covered with makeup after a good shower, I then pulled out my grandmother's old spell book she left me before she had passed. I then found the spell that could keep me safe temporarily from my husband. 

    With this spell Everytime my husband hurt me he would feel my pain ten fold.

    Let him touch me again, he forgets I am a future queen, the future queen who he will never be equal to, he may be future king of Nashard but I am the rightful queen of Mascovania the kingdom in which his tiny kingdom resides inside of. He may hurt me but he will feel my pain with me. We will hurt together. That bastard.