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Chapter 7, Mismatched Royalty
"Wha-What..."
Will you...
... marry me...
MARRY ME...
"I said, will you marry me!?"
"Master Sasuke, I don't think she-"
"Yes!"
And it was a rocky marriage from the start.
Hinata stood, alone, in that same room where Sasuke had proposed to her just a few minutes ago. And she had said yes.
"What were you thinking?"
Sasuke paced, in a room adjacent to Hinata's, walking from one to the other, listening to his personal advisor ranting on and on about Sasuke's apparently unwise selection.
"So many girls, so many girls, and you had to pick that one. The other girls had beauty, talent, wealth..."
"Exactly!" Sasuke stopped facing to spin to face his advisor. His expression had gone from one of indifference to one of fury. "Don't you remember? We went over this! Don't you remember, don't you understand? We... we... her..."
The advisor's expression softened and he reached his hand out towards the angry prince, only to have it swatted away. "Master... you're going to have to forget someday. We cannot have a troubled king rule our peaceful kingdom. If anyone found out you still-
"They shall not know, and I will do as I please!"
"Master-"
"And that's final. Now take me to my bride."
"Sir."
The double doors opened, revealing a Hinata pushing together her forefingers together with a look of petrification plastered on her face.
"The wedding must be as soon as possible, Miss Hyuuga!" the advisor exclaimed, instantly beaming. "Is that okay with you, Miss?"
"Ah... it's... wedding?"
"Yes! Oh, there is so much to plan, the royal banquet, the ceremony... Oh, and your dress!" he eagerly lifted her arm, then the other, inspecting her waist and hips. "A bit scrawny for a princess, aren't you? Ah, well, you'll have to do, won't she master Sasuke?"
"Hn." he crossed his arms over his chest, "Do with her as you must, take her measurements and whatnot; I'm going out."
"You heard the prince!" The advisor began shooing her back through the doors from whence she came, which meant passing by the other glaring girls once again. Their sparkly little blue, green, and black eyes burned holes in the back of Hinata's head. "Ladies," the advisor began, "Prince Sasuke has chosen his bride, the young miss Hyuuga. Hence, the rest of you must be sent home. Have a good one my lovelies!"
His positivelly joyful disposition sent sunbeams bouncing off the walls, while the other girls' gloomy demeanor sent rainclouds over Hinata's poor little head. They filed out of the room one by one, not without thanking the advisor and giving Hinata a nasty look.
"Oh, dear..." he sighed and relaxed as if a large burden had been taken from his shoulders. "That was stressful."
He gave Hinata a look of pure scrutiny.
"You really aren't much, are you? Skin and bones and pasty white skin... are you even a princess?"
A blush spread over Hinata's face, taken completely by surprise, "I-I-"
"Oh, I'm sorry dear! I take that back. How rude of me." he touched her shoulder kindly, then began to lead her towards the door, "Now, let's get this show on the road shall we? Maybe with the right dress you can have a figure."
Ouch.
"HOIII!" Hinata let out a huge whoosh of air, eyes bugging out of her head as three female servants held her, one pulled her forward and another pulled a corset closed around Hinata's waist, leaning back for leverage.
Another older servant woman walked up, disgusted by the entire scene. "No, no, no, ALL wrong."
Hinata looked up expectantly. A savior? These women were all trying to kill her, suffocate her, couldn't she see?
"NOT. Tight. Enough. Out of my way." The woman pushed her way through, gently grabbing HInata and the corset and yanking violently.
By this time, Hinata was completely out of breath and had a horrible pain in her stomach, like recovering from a punch. She was forced to let her chest move up and down, not her stomach, to breathe.
"See, girls? All in a days' work."
The other girls watched the woman stand back proudly.
"Wat're you waitin' for? Get going, measure her!"
Scattering like cockroaches, the idle servant girls fetched tapes and rulers, papers and pencils and gathered around poor suffocating Hinata.
"Oh, my." one commented. "How skinny m'lady is!"
"Why, m'lady's bones stick out of her skin!"
"Is she properly fed?"
Hinata shrunk back in all this attention, and only let them comment about her relentlessly as she stood there like a robot, being poked and wrapped and touched while forced to stay still.
"Don't worry, m'lady, we'll take care of you!"
With these kind words, Hinata perked up a bit. Not an insult?
"Yes, we will make sure you eat well here!"
"How lucky m'lady is..." another one changed the subject dreamily, "to get to marry the Prince Sasuke. They say he is the handsomest in all the land!"
"Oh, hush! Stop embarrassing yourself and m'lady!"
Hinata could only smile and blush profusely at these servants and her own circumstances.
"Ok, m'lady, you may step down." a dizzy Hinata stepped down from the small stool on which she was forced to stand while she was being measured. "We are all done! Your dress will be made soon, then you may try it on and see if you like it!" the servant beamed at her.
Hinata turned crimson as the servants attempted to put her clothes back on her. Allowing it so they could finish up, she ran out into the hallway, embarrassed and feeling undeserving. Suddenly all this admiring attention, not just from servant girls - who were still better than her- but from the Prince's advisor, and the Prince - THE PRINCE- himself!!!
Why had he chosen her? Why was this burden placed on her shoulders? If she was discovered...
Hinata's hands flew to her neck. The gallows, the guillotine.. she was not safe here.
But where could she go?
And would they let her... how could she ever escape under this careful watch?
She stepped out into the hallway, and there was a man-servant, waiting for her.
"The prince would like you to join him for dinner. We will be waiting at the dinner table while a servant takes you to your room to change into evening wear."
"Um.. y-yes, sir..." she had said that right, right?
He gave her a weird look and stepped aside, allowing two girls to step forward and lead Hinata away to her temporary living quarters.
"You shall live here in the castle, m'lady." One of the servant girls explained to her. "Only until the wedding shall you have your own room, then you will move in with the prince."
Holy. crap. Hinata, in bed, with the prince. There was only one thing HInata knew you were supposed to do in bed with someone, and that wasn't sleeping.
She didn't want to do that! HInata had thought that she had escaped that life, but being forced into the life of a princess was just as bad as being sold into the life of a whore?
Hinata panicked. How long until the wedding?
Whatever that man had said, she didn't care. This was the one thing she had wanted to avoid
No matter what, there was not going to be a wedding.
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