Some Disclaimers and whatnots: Okay, so this story sucks. So what? You decided to read it because you wanted to, even if the information isn't totally accurate. I know that fourteen is too young to get married, but in case you haven't noticed, it is in the medieval times. People get married as early was fourteen, so there! And it's perfectly natural for them to marry someone who is five or size years older. Okay? So I am NOT sick in any way! Thank you very much! ^-^

Chapter One
Part One: Elisa

His dark blue eyes stared intently into my own turquoise ones, and made me shiver. I was already melting from those eyes, but the smile he gave me made me melt even more. The Duke of Camington, my new husband. The whole thought had ruined my mood. I remembered again what being married to this man was going to mean. I will no longer be free, and no longer will I run and play and do what a please in my own home, with my own family. That scared me; but it also made me hate him more.
But how could you hate him? a voice inside my head asked. He is so perfectly handsome! And that he was. His dark shoulder length hair was tied back, giving him a serious, mature look. Not that he needed to be more mature, since he was at least five years older than me. That was the other reason why I was not totally contented with this agreement. I am but fourteen, really too young to be married, considering all my cousins were not wedded until they were at least sixteen.
I guess it was partially my fault that this happened, because my parents supposedly died trying to save me from the bandits, leaving me alone with my great uncle the Earl of Hamilton. He is an old dear, and although we love each other very much, he had no wife and cannot take care of me any longer by himself because of his old age. The king then requested that he suggest a maiden that would be suitable for the Duke Of Camington, who had just achieved great honor in slaying some barbarians that had gone around slaughtering and stealing from common people. He immediately called for me, and unfortunately, the king took a liking to me, and demanded the Duke wed me. And so here we are.
"Milady, please let me have the honor of knowing who you are," he said politely, although I am sure he didn't really care about me considering I was clad in rather ragged clothes at the moment, but was still curious to where his new bride was. Well I am sooooo sorry to disappoint. I bowed low. "I am but a humble servant, milord. I am sure you would much rather meet the lady of the house, would you not?" His jaw tightened a little, and I could tell he did not like being questioned about his needs, only to demand them. I continued to smile brightly at him.
"I guess the answer is yes then. Please follow me, Milord," I said, as a walked off in my confidence stride to uncle's chamber. I could hear the duke grumbling behind me, obviously not please that a mere chambermaid was leading him around. After a couple of twists and turns around the castle, we managed to get to the master chamber. Knocking on the door, I called out to the earl. "Milord, the Duke of Camington has arrived and wants to meet with you and the Lady Eli." I smiled to myself, sure that my great uncle would notice my nickname in use.
The door immediately opened and my uncle's merry face popped out to greet us both. I bowed at him, and turned away, knowing I couldn't have left even though I wanted to. "Hold on young lady! You have some explaining to do. Where is the 'Lady Eli'?" he demanded, his voice hinting amusement. I turned back to face him, although my eyes were on the ground, like I had seen some servants do when answering to their masters.
"Milord, I am uncertain as to where she is," I said meekly. He took my chin and lifted it up so I was looking straight into his wrinkled eyes, which also seemed to show his amusement. He gave me a stern look though. "Eli, dear. You really shouldn't toy with matters like that. Now greet your new husband like a good, civilized lady." I beamed at him, giving him a hug for being such a good sport, and then turned around, giving a low curtsy to the stunned duke.

Part Two: William

I looked at the chambermaid, or at least that was what I thought she was, give the earl a hug as she smiled brightly at him. I had thought she was quite plain and too young when I had first met her at the gates, but now she looked neither. Only pretty and exuberant. Then she turned solemnly and curtsied, looking up at me with her turquoise eyes and smiling demurely. Then she did something unexpected. She went up and hugged me.
I felt myself soften, but decided against that and made my body stiffen instead. She let go of me and gave me a bright smile. "Milord, I am honor to meet you." I studied her more carefully. So this was my bride to be. She looked like she was no more than thirteen! "Oh, and I am currently fourteen years of age, in case you had any need to inquire," she said offhandedly, and wincing when the earl gave her a firm look. So I was close. Fourteen…
I looked back at her just in time to see her eyes roll back in a sarcastic gesture. Women these days. No respect for men whatsoever. 'She would have to be taught that respect then,' I though with a little grin. "Milord," I said with a polite smile to the earl, "I am afraid that we have to decline your offer to stay at the castle tonight. It seems the king is in need of my service, and being that I do not want to wait any longer to behold this fiery beauty, she and I will have to leave right after the ceremonies.
The Earl of Hamilton nodded, and so we all rushed off to perform the matrimonial ceremony. The event took place smoothly, and after we exchanged our vows, it was time for the kiss. I looked down at Elisa, whose shiny black curls and turquoise green eyes seemed to hypnotize me. She blushed slightly and smiled her beautiful smile. It was such a shame she was too young, for she would be bliss to bed with. Such a shame…
"You know Milord, you don't have to add much more suspense to this wonderful moment," I heard her whisper softly after awhile, and bending down I made ours lips meet in what must have been the quickest kiss I ever encountered, for she pulled away from me before I had time to actually feel those full pink lips. After everything was packed, we proceeded on our journey to Camington.