DG breathed in and out.
In and out.
She felt like Viola from Shakespeare in Love. She was marrying Duke Adrian Lycas of Tarrow against her will.
In and out, in and out.
She was afraid she would forget how to breathe if she didn't think those magic words to herself; just breathe. Another movie came to mind in which there was a happy ending. DG felt no such hope for herself.
She sighed, trying to smooth a pucker in the fabric of the corset. She swore she wouldn't cry, but it was to be expected and a tear appeared to pearl at the corner of her eye and rolled down her cheek. When it dripped off her chin and onto her dress, it was if it hit the fabric and exploded into a million little pearls that just stayed there. It was a beautiful dress to say the least, but it was not the dress of a bride in love on the most important day of her life.
It was not DG.
This was not how DG imagined her day. She was supposed to be marrying her true love, the man of her dreams. Who was this man? If she went by her heart, she couldn't not name any one man. Being Princess of the O.Z., she didn't really know a lot of me. If she went by her dreams… what had she dreamed of the night before? She wracked her brain for what she had been dreaming of. She did not have another thought as soon as a knock came to her door.
"Who is it?" She called.
"Jeb, you're highness," The younger Cain announced. DG got down from the pedestal that the seamstress had positioned her on and moved for the door. She opened the door slightly, and connected her blue eyes with the icy ones of the young man and at once knew what she had dreamed of. Those same eyes and an older face had saved her time and time again in her dreams. She could not speak now that she knew.
"If it pleases you," He said gently, trying to figure out how to interpret DG's face. "The Prince Consort would like to know if you are ready." DG could no longer look into the inherited Cain family eyes as she felt a horrible tug at her heart. She didn't know how to interpret anything she felt, it just confused her more and her voice caught in her throat. All she could do is nod, and look down at her hands.
"I'll tell him." Jeb lingered a moment, knowing that something was wrong. It was the Cain family instinct, DG was sure. She closed the door and proceeded to sob uncontrollably until her sides hurt and she could not breathe.
