The Priest opened his mouth and said, "You have declared your consent before the Church. May the Lord in his goodness strengthen your consent and fill you both with his blessings. What God has joined, men must not divide. Amen."
And at that very moment, your heart shattered into a million pieces.
Being the only daughter of the country's most influential man to you had become more of a curse than a blessing. Ever since you were young, you were demanded to be the perfect child. You were required to master everything from mathematics, sciences, business and finances, language and literature, music, arts, athletics, economics and even politics. You were constantly obliged to look and act your finest, a perfect lady.
You thought you could handle it. You thought you could manage being the perfect creature you were demanded to be. You enjoyed your privileged education anyways, especially athletics and arts. But when your father had one-sidedly decided to offer your hand in marriage to the son of a business partner from overseas, it was too much for you.
"Is that why you raised me? To offer me as some kind of a sacrificial lamb?" you had asked that to your father. Truth be told, you felt as if you were worth nothing more than a bribery material. When your caretakers had said to you, "your father really loves you, and he just wanted what was best for you," you felt like puking at the statement. You knew your father loved you just like how one would love a golden bird he had caught by chance and kept in a golden cage just for the sole purpose to be sold at the right moment.
And so, here you were. Standing on the aisle of a beautiful white chapel, wearing the most beautiful dress you'd ever seen. Inside, however, you were battling so hard not to let your tear fall. At least a lifetime putting up fake smiles helped you did just that. You walked over to where your father was and he planted a dry kiss on your forehead. "At least I won't be seeing this old fiend anymore," you thought. Your father in law had arranged you and your husband to leave for Germany, their homeland, by ship as soon as the wedding ceremony ended.
Your new husband took your hand and placed it on his arm, and you were led inside the horse-drawn carriage. After an hour of riding in silence, you reached the port and stepped down. You were led to your ship and your new husband flashed the doorman your tickets. After scanning your tickets quickly, the doorman flashed you both a grin and said, "well, Mr. and Mrs. Gilbert Beilschmidt, welcome aboard."
i haven't planned how long this series is going to be, but i will update it gradually so look forward to it! XD