Up there^^ is a petticoat for those of you who don't know what that is! Upper class ladies would wear it underneath their dresses.💓
I awoke to something incredible, something so warm that I felt it seep down into my bones. It spread across my skin and breathed energy into my chest, giving me just enough to open my eyes.
What I saw didn't surprise me.
My deep blue walls surrounded me and my large bay window lay imbedded in the wall, the sunlight filtering in and showering me with it's warmth.
I was laying on my canopy bed in just my petticoat, my dress seeming to have disappeared and my amulet lying un-bothered above my breasts.
I pushed myself slowly onto my elbows and looked around me, careful not to jerk my head too much.
I was the only one who was in here and my door appeared to be locked, the two bolts pushed to the left and into the silver clasp.
I let out a sigh of relief and flopped back down on my bed, my hair fanning around me.
I wished I could stay here. In this bed. My bed. Forever.
I wonder if anyone's job had actually been to sleep? I know I would thrive in such a task.
Unfortunately, I didn't have that opportunity.
With an aching chest, I pushed myself all the way up into a sitting position and ran my hands through my hair. When my left ring finger snagged on one of the strands, I winced and pulled it back to gaze at my hand in shock.
A ring sat on my slim finger, the diamonds glittering mockingly up at me. The ring.
Everything came back and hit me with the force of a storm. Maybe even harder.
I was engaged. To that horrible man, Alexander.
I was to be wedded to him soon after my birthday, with or without my consent.
I would be trapped in a loveless marriage, with a horrid man. I would most likely be locked in his Chambers, only ever wanted when he needed pleasure or someone to clean his clothes.
Sudden anger filled me to the brim, and before I knew what I had done, I pulled the golden band from my finger and threw it across the room with all of my might.
It made a loud clinking noise as it collided with my wooden door, the diamonds making contact with the door knob.
My chest was heaving from such a simple task and I looked down to my hands in shock yet again. What had I just done? What was happening to me?
A lady should never throw things like a child or indulge herself in random fits of anger. I had just done both.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you."
I jumped from my sitting position, my right leg twisting painfully in the sheets. I pulled at the cloth with my fingers only to entangle and anger myself more.
Finally, filled with frustration, I gave it a sharp tug, and the next thing I knew, I was laying on the floor, my head spinning like a top.
Oh, gods above, bless me!
Instead of standing, I just lay on the floor, my arm thrown over my eyes. When had my life taken such a wild turn? It was Alexander's fault. I was positive.
Never once have I fallen from my bed before and never once have I passed out. But ever since he showed up I had done both of these things within one day.
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Evangeline Locke always knew who she was. She was the Princess of Norïa, the one and only daughter of the King and Queen Locke. She was their only child and only heir to the throne of her Father's Kingdom. Many young women would've killed to be in...