just like the last, I will comment translated english x
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It is May and the fear of the marriage chaining me down to my family's roots is growing inside me. Sir Jonah never came back for me and I've been rotting away in the walls of the castle for nearly 2 months waiting for his arrival. Sulkily, as the sun begins to set only a couple of days before I am tied to Alex, I sit at my vanity letting Isabella brush my hair till it Is completely straight with no knots or curls. I know she has noticed my decrease in mood, often sneaking me chocolate or keys to rooms to find a thrill of the moment to break my trance. But I always end up where I started, waiting for Jonah.
"princess I misprise seeing thee so unhappy, jonah hath seemed nice but haply all this wast too unrealistic?"
"nay isabella! that gent shall cometh f'r me!" I whisper hoping neither of my lurking parents could hear us behind closed doors. Isabella was the only reason I hadn't driven myself insane, slowly telling her about how I was planning to leave and escape the arranged marriage. At first I was unsure how she'd react but she nodded saying she would cover for me and help me runaway with my love. She'd said she might lie or quit her job and come work for Jonah and I in wherever we might be.
"I'm s'rry, that gent wast a lovely sir but this is all so. did rush! what happeneth if 't be true thee truely don't loveth that gent?"
"I loveth that gent i just knoweth" she nods, worry covering her face as the sun completely sets outside my window as she braids my hair down the middle, the end landing above my coax bone. My parents had been angst since the night of the ball, forcing me to attend more classes on manners and constantly have meetings about the wedding. The dress I am to be wed in, while stunning has left bruises down my side from the corset, I was naturally not that size and the pain left behind was immense. Tomorrow I was to retry the wedding dress and I have been rejecting the thought, wishing he would just show soon to save me from this horrid mess. Isabella sighs as the door opens entering the butler;
"princess, mail hast cometh f'r thee. Thy parents eke hath sent a message to sayeth those gents w're attending dinn'r, thee won't attendeth" A flush of relief washed over my body as he left after passing me the crisp white envelope. A dinner tonight with my parents would have been tragic and the loss of love would be so obvious my heart would break in two.
"I shalt alloweth thee beest, but i shall cometh backeth in half an hour mine own lief" she kisses my check gently while I smile at my real mother and she glides out of the room to complete chores. Starting at the envelope in my hand, I wonder who might've sent the letter. The front has beautiful cursive letters of my name that was utterly breathtaking with how pristine it was. Excitement was starting to form in my chest as I slowly with my finger broke the seal, pulling lovely paper out of the little package. Opening it up my heart stopped:
