Keith didn't want to marry anyone. Not now anyway, but he didn't have a choice. It was a simple reason for why he was doing this. He was a prince, a fine bachelor that was of age to marry. Wail she was the heir to the throne, daughter of King Alfor. Princess of Altea. A wealthy family, and a reliable ally. Marrage will only make the allegiance even stronger for the two countries.
"A good match" his father said. She a princess, and him a prince. What more can anyone else say? It was a typical arrangement for Royals.
He wasnt ready to get married. He wanted adventure, to travel. He didn't want to be tied down by a women that he has never met before.
But, it has been done. Princess Alluras dowry was sent to Keith's father. A generous donation to marry into the family. Soon enough, he will be a married man.
His so called bride was arriving tomorrow. The day before the wedding. It was tradition to not see each other before the ceremony. So, instead keith put all his focus on his training.
He has heard rumors of his bride. The word was that Princess Allura had a secret relationship with Prince Lotor, heir to the Daibazaal throne.
Keith had met the prince once. It was years ago, when Keith was around eleven. It was at Kings Zarkon's castle. Both of there fathers were at a meeting wail the young boys had time for themselves. Keith remembered Lotor's light colored hair. He also remembered when they both decided to fence against each other. They were outside practicing in the chilly air. They were playing around untill Lotor didn't hold back on Keith. Thinking back on it, Lotor was four years Keiths senoir. He wasn't sure if lotor was really trying to hurt him, or that the prince was really competitive.
Whatever the reason, Keiths only thought was that King Alfor did not want Lotor to have his daughters hand in marriage.
After his training, Keith's spoken to his sparing partner Shiro. He has shared that the princess was into deplomicy, and has been traveling with her father to other kingdom's for peace treaties.
Hearing this, he felt a spark of interest of this girl now. She has done her fair share of traveling. He thought that she might have the same interest as he did.
Keith would meet his bride tommorow at the alter, and will be bound together till death do they part. After thinking about it for awail. He no longer felt that troubled by the wedding any more.
She was forced into this just as he was.
That night, his personal maid had his bath ready for him after he entered in his chambers. He dismissed his maids for privacy, Needing to be alone with his thoughts. He grabbed a soap bar rubbing the sudds in his hair, then his body. After washing himself, he stayed in the tub a wail longer. Feeling the warm water slowly become cooler. He thought about the Princess. He didn't care if she was going to be beautiful, or not. He wondered if he could possibly hold a conversation with her. He wasn't good at interacting with other people. Not to mention they would eventually have to make a family of there own. His face heated up groaning in frustration, sinking himself into the water.
"My Lord, are you alright?" one of his maids called through the door. He only heard it as a muffled question. He pulled himself up again.
"Yes, there's no need for assistance" he called out. "You may leave"
"As you wish, My Lord" he heard a couple of feet walk out the door of his chamber.
He sighed to himself, stepping out of the tub drying himself off. Walking back to his bed chamber, he looked at himself in the mirror. It wasn't like they chose each other, Keith thought. He wonders if they could ever fall in love with one another. If not, then they could try to be friends.
He sighed. Putting on his night cloths. He pulled away the covers settling in his bed watching his hearth as the flames danced.
Only time will tell.
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Hey guys. I had this idea from art history class. Im not planning for this story to be long. Probably going to be about three chapter's. But, im open to continue if it is a success. Thanks for reading!:)