Every girl is supposed to feel beautiful on her wedding day. She is supposed to be the center of attention. She is supposed to be excited to walk down the aisle and become a wife. She should be excited for what is to come. She is supposed to be cherished and loved. She is supposed to love her husband or at the very least respect him.
Well, I feel beautiful in this dress made of gold which could feed a village for a year on the best food. I was ok with my dresses made out of fine wool. I will be the center of attention in this gown because it makes my skin glow and highlights my hair and eyes. That's even without the small crown on my head. I hate being the center of attention with all their eyes on me; it makes my skin crawl. I am excited to walk down this aisle. However, I don't know if its happiness or dread that I'm feeling. I'm more on the dread side as of now. I don't know if my future husband loves me or will love me since I have never met him. I'm currently wondering how I am supposed to love someone I have never met. Yes, I have heard of him who hasn't and from stories he sounds like an honorable man.
I hear the pause in the music that signals the door to swing open. I wonder if I would have time to run in this fancy dress and slippers. The doors swing open and the throne room is decked in flowers and nobles. I start my walk towards my new life and hope no one can see me trembling. I still can't see him with the knights lining the walk way. How long is this walk; the room doesn't look that long.
I see him. I'm not sure what I expected but I'm sure it isn't this. The man in a mixture of armor and robes with straw colored hair and piercing blue eyes, who looks as nervous as I am. I think I can do this.
I did do it for thirty years, faithfully. I never knew how much I loved him until his squire returned without him. Standing here in front of burial ship is almost too much to bear. I don't think I ever told him that I loved him.