She did it all for Him, everything she had ever done was to get closer to Him. Even as she walked down the aisle, her father smiling, chest puffed up in pride as he walked next to her, his large hand brushing against the red roses in her bouquet all she could think about was Him and she was next to tears.
She loved Him, she loved Him with all her heart and even though she knew that he would never know, she prayed late at night that maybe he would come to his senses and see the unspoken words she tried to pass to Him through her actions.
Dressed in virgin white she looked for Him in the crowd of people, knowing that even though she could not see Him there, that he was watching her, his red eyes boring into her as she executed his orders in marrying this man.
She felt bad for Rodolphus, standing at the alter with all the love he had for her pouring out of his eyes at this vision of beauty that would be his. Bella wished he would not look at her that way, what he felt for her was misplaced and would never be equated. But she would pretend that it was, she would laugh with Rodolphus and wear his last name like a badge of honor but every night she would pretend that Rodolphus was Him; all tender touches and affectionate words whispered in her ear.
Narcissa, the Maid of Honor, the statuesque blonde beauty was crying for her sister out of joy that she would finally be as happy as she always was. Everything was so simple for her, Cissy, the pretty one found her man in shining amour and knew he loved her. Bella knew she would never have that and as the priest spoke she let tears fall down her face, being able to hide her grief with the mask of joy on the worst day of her life.
As the ring was placed on her finger Bella sighed under her breath and the roses she held trembled as if they knew what was waiting for her in the future. A vision in white lace and bright smiles Bella walked down the road so many other pureblooded women had walked before her, leaving a muddy trail of broken hearts and forgotten dreams under her feet as the years passed by.
Bella had hoped live would get easier but with every year and miscarried child mixed with the ever present danger of her true beloved being killed, Bella started to feel the weight of the world on her shoulders. She knew her once brilliant mind was being replaced by something foreign and unnatural with every task she did for Him. But if that was the price she had to pay to get closer to Him, so be it.
Even in prison, the soul woman in a world full of men she knew her prince would not forget her. He would save her and make her whole again in a way Rodolphus could never understand. Fourteen years would pass but to Bella it was a heartbeat to know that her Lord, her Love, and her Prince was alive again, and remembered her.
Through every battle and every fight Bella was by his side, even when she knew he was wrong or straying she would stand by Him, willing to follow Him into the depths of Hell to prove her love for Him. Sure he said that love was foolish but sometimes Bella swore that through the punishments he delivered to her he was really trying to show how he cared. He had such high expectations for her because he loved her; she knew that had to be why. So she would cry at her own failure but would not utter a word when his hand came down on her, bruising her white skin and ripping her black shirt.
By the end Bella thought that maybe, once he had taken up his mantle as the ruler of the purebloods he would reach his hand down to her in the masses, tell her he did it all for her, and love her the way she loved and sacrificed for him.
And as she felt the grip of death wrap around her, Bella felt tears sting her eyes as in the fading light of her life she saw Him staring back at her through the chaos of battle.