A week later i was set to meet my fiance. I was dressed in a poofy pale yellow dress that didnt look good with my long blonde hair and red and green eye color and pale skin.
When we got to their mansion we were all greeted at the door by a butler. He escorted us in and thats where i saw him. He had blond hair and big blue, innocent eyes. He was lean but muscular and had a very cute face. Was he my duke? Maybe I was a little quick to judge...
He had a green tunic on and a golden band around his head. But he had a seord to his side. Unlike me. I wasn't allowed to have a sword.
Then a short fat man came in. He was a few years older looking than me but something sick in my stomach knew he was my fiance. Maybe I was right. false alarm.
"Youre a little skinny. I hope you arent anorexic." he sneered looming bored already. I knew i would hate to be near him.
"Youre a lot larger than I expected. I hope you dont have diabetes."
My mother, i knew, was screaming inside. my father very clearly glowered at me.
He threw his head back in a gross laugh.
"Lose that tongue before we're wed. I wont have that directed at me." He swayed his hand.
"Nice meeting you all. Ta!"
I couldn't get to the carriage faster. But i was ready for how my father screamed at me for the whole ride. My mother hit me when we got home and I cried on my room.
"You will marry him and like it! Ingrateful child!!"
to be continued.