Shattered Dreams
It is your wedding day; the day you imagined as a little girl, the day you dreamed of with Daniel.
Today is your wedding day but not the one of your dreams.
Instead of the small simple ceremony you'd always envisioned, you are being wed in a magnificent hall. Hundreds of people surround you and your groom, yet you know only a few. You stand across from the man who is to be your husband and it is not who you wish it to be.
Everyone around you is smiling, they are all so happy but you are not. You don't want to be here, you don't want to be in this dress and you most certainly do not want to be marrying this man. Your heart belongs to another, it always will but that man is dead, killed by your own mother.
The anger bubbles up in you unexpectedly. You are so very angry, angry with everyone; your mother, your father, Snow White, the King. Most of all though, you are angry at yourself for not running away sooner, for not fighting harder, for not standing up to your mother.
None of this shows on your face of course, your mother has already beat into you the importance of wearing a carefully constructed mask. You are smiling, eyes shining, even as you wish to scowl in anger or burst in to tears. You have a part to play now, the dutiful wife, Queen and mother and your mother will not let you falter.
The Bishop beside you speaks, asking if you take this man as your husband, that you'll honour and be loyal to him. You want to shake your head, wrench your hands from his and scream but you don't. Instead you smile brighter, trying to convince everyone that this is what you want, that you are happy.
"I shall," you say as you try not to sob.
You do not want this. You have never wanted this but as the King, your new husband declares himself, you make yourself a promise. You promise yourself silently that you'll no longer dwell on shattered dreams but instead seek vengeance for all that's been and that will be, taken from you.
AN: I've fixed the formatting. Sorry about that. Please review. :) LT