Chapter One: Arranged Marriages? No Thank You.

Anzu's POV:

"WHAT!?" I shouted at the top of my lungs. "DAD, WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT I HAVE TO HAVE AN ARRANGED MARRIAGE!?"

"It is required. If we don't do this, then Egypt promises to destroy our country. If we wish for this place to remain, we must give you up to their son, who is about your age. His name is Atemu. He's really quite nice." My father, the King of our country countered, keeping his tone.

"But Dad, you promised me I could marry for love!" I whined, trying to get out of it. I knew it was hopeless though. He's the King, and that overrules me.

"Anzu dear, I said that before Egypt won the war and promised destruction without your arranged marriage. You'll still be a princess, what more do you want?" My dad asked.

"A choice would be very nice right about now!" I pouted, flopping down onto my bed.

"You don't have one. You are going to marry him and that's that. Your mother and I had an arranged marriage. Why is that wrong?"

"You were alright with it, for one." I said crudely.

"Well, you will be too, in time."

My father walked away from me then. You have no choice, his words rang in my ears like the morning Bell of the Gods 1. I had to marry this Atemu. I bet he has no respect for women and is a pervert, like most princes I've seen. Oh well. You have no choice, I have to marry him. I still can't believe it. But according to Father, I'm meeting him tomorrow. I plan to be as awful to him as I can so maybe he will let me go without destroying our peaceful place.

1: The Bell of the Gods is a bell that rings every morning in our country that wakes everyone up and wakes the Gods up too. And in case you're wondering, the Gods are the same here as they are in Egypt.

Atemu's POV:

"Son," My father said briskly and proudly to me. I looked up from my windowsill. "You're going to have your arranged marriage as planned." I smiled and nodded. That meant we won the war. That's great. My father told me that when they won the war that there was a nice little princess over there about my age that they would give to me. Since he told me that I've been giving my input into our battle strategies, and they've worked.

My parent's had an arranged marriage. They were fine with it, so I don't think there could be anything wrong with it. According to my servant, I would meet her tomorrow. We'll see....

Tomorrow:

Anzu's POV:

Ohmigod, it's tomorrow, isn't it? No, it can't be. Yes, it is. That sucks a lot. We're already inside the carriage.

"What's wrong, Anzu?" Asked my mother, the Queen of our country. I sighed deeply.

"I don't want to do this...."

"I didn't want to marry your father at first too you know,"

"You're kidding!"

"No, I'm not. But I got over my frustration one day, and realized how great your father is."

"Whatever."

We were silent the rest of the way to Egypt. It was only about two hours2.

We were finally inside the palace and positioned in the place where the king and this Atemu wanted me.

"Presenting: Pharaoh Akunumkanon and Prince Atemu!"

THE END