Here will come a longer A/N but please read it, at least the first sentences. Thank you :)

So, this story has been in my head for quite some times now and so far I have 6 chapters ready of the first part. Yes, I plan on making it into a trilogy. I thought I would share the first chapter because I'm in need of a BETA!

As you know English is not my native language so I need someone to check the chapters for me. This one is totally unedited but that's what I can do. Anyone who would be interested in helping me are welcomed. Oh and your thoughts about the first chapter is welcomed :D I know it doesn't sound original... yet. *knowing grin with moving eyebrows*

Crown and Music trilogy – Part 1: Voice of the White Rose

Chapter 1 – Is she...

"Is she blind?"

"No, she is not."

"Is he old?"

"Not that much. He is twenty-nine."

"Is she educated?"

"I believe she is. After all, she is Edmund's sister and Gustave's daughter."

"Is he a gentleman? Or should I get myself ready for an animal?"

"That's a sensitive subject. He has quite a temper."

"Please tell me she is not some kind of spoiled brat."

"I'm not sure. As far as I know she is a very well raised lady."

The man sighed and came out from behind the folding screen. He finally managed to clip the cuff on his right sleeve and now he was dealing with the other. The little gold thing was winning.

"Come here!" Thomas cardinal stood up and walked over to his younger friend.

"This day will be a disaster" Erik murmured.

The King of Kamar was twenty-nine years old and a very good ruler compared to his age. He was reasonable, realistic and he did everything to help his people. Some says he worked far too hard for the country but Erik James Francoise Destler never thought he could finish everything he started. He lived for his country, he lived for his people. There was only one thing he didn't like in being a king.

Personal meetings were the death of his. After all who could take a masked king seriously? His face from forehead to his upper lip was covered with a black mask. It did give him a mysterious, even frightening appearance which was handy sometimes but he knew that the rumors and scandals behind his back tried to make up a good story for the strange piece of clothing. Few knew he was deformed since birth and as much as it displeased his father, he didn't have any brothers. That left only him for the throne after the former king's death.

However right in that minute he wished, his father could have left the crown to somebody else and just leave him to his music. That would have been so much easier than what he had to face right now.

Next to his room where the king was dressing up, two maids were helping a young girl into her clear white dress behind the curtains. Princess Christine Leanne Burton was just as unhappy with her name right then as the king.

"My dear, you'll look gorgeous in your dress, act as a princess and fulfill the contract."

King Edmund tried to calm his sister but it didn't really work. Mostly because his heart was as heavy as their father's must have been when he signed the contract. To make sure the two countries – Kamar and Gertand – would never have anything but peace the two royal families decided to engage their children long ago. Edmund knew if their father would have any sisters then it could have been solved so much sooner. But King Gustavo's sister died at the very age five, leaving the rulers to wait for another generation which would be able to marry. When Erik was born, only one year after Edmund their hopes rose again. It took thirteen years but finally a girl was born in the Burton family and Gustave contacted the Destlers. Only one week after her birth, little Christine was bound to Erik forever – they didn't even have the chance to meet.

Erik's father died when the boy was eighteen leaving the country to his son to deal with it. Christine was five years old back then and she had no idea what was waiting for her in the nearby kingdom. She was enlightened by her father around her fifteenth birthday when Gustave was dying and Edmund had to take the throne.

So now, on the seventeenth birthday of the girl she was about to make the biggest turn in her life. To become the wife of a complete stranger.

The two people - who were just about to get married - were changing in their rooms but Christine's stomach cooled suddenly when she realized that the following night, for the first time of her life, she would have to share her bed and dream with somebody else. She barely knew anything about marital bed but the little she did, frightened her. She hoped her husband to be kind and understanding so he wouldn't force her to do something the first night. For some reason she thought her hopes were all in vain.

She sighed as the maids finished with her dress and one of them offered her the silver diadem she would wear for the ceremony. Edmund's mouth hung open as she emerged.

"You look wonderful, sister."

Christine flashed a sad smile and turned slowly. The dress began with a tight corset which was decorated with snow white pearls and continued with a beautiful white skirt. The soft materials clutched to her body softly but showing her curves. She had to admit her future husband chose the best possible dress for her. It was exactly what she had dreamed of since she was a little girl.

"Do you think I can do this?" she voiced her biggest fear.

"No, I don't think" he stood up and embraced the girl. "I know you can. Father would be so proud of you."

"I've always dreamed of him giving me away."

"I hope I'll be enough instead of him" Edmund smiled softly. "Look, I don't know this man, I don't think father did either but I know he is a good king and I would assume him to be a good person too."

A little white lie to make her soul a little bit calmer but neither did he believe himself. He heard the scandals.

Christine nodded half heartedly and released her brother.

"No matter what you can always come to us."

"I know, but now I'll have my own country and husband to tend to. Finally my big brother will have time for his little land."

They both smiled on their own joke and Edmund offered her arm to her.

"Is the beautiful bride ready? You'll be late if you don't get there soon."

"Edmund" she scolded. „A princess is never late; she arrives right when she wants to."

The man only laughed and he wished she could remain the same, always cheerful girl beside her husband that he used to know.