The only advantage Evangeline have ever had in her life when compared to Michael was that their father – Chuck – had actually tried to spend time with the girl. She was his first child, the only child from the only woman he had truly loved, an adorable baby that loved to giggled and was absolutely curious for the longest time of her life. When her brother was born – months after the king had married Amara -, Evangeline had temporarily lost her spot as dad's favourite for a while until he realised Michael was a terrible child and didn't give him as much attention as he did to her.

Chuck was, in the best words anyone could find, a very absent father to most of his children. Evangeline was the oldest of four children, and one of two girls. Michael was the oldest man, followed by Gabriel, who was the twin their youngest sister, Hannah. Between Michael and the twins, Amara had once been pregnant with a boy, but she'd lost him in the middle of the pregnancy. In all of their lives, Chuck barely paid much attention to his other kids and that always made Michael resent Evangeline – how dare she? He was Chuck's heir! Luckily, the twins never manifested such a thought.

When Chuck died, Amara had taken the girl's education to a different direction he had first intended. The princess' duty was now to marry and be the perfect example of the sister of a young king; even months earlier when Hannah was sent to away to be married – her brother's idea -, Evangeline was explicitly not allowed to cry or show any hard emotion, as well in many other occasions she had been forced to appear in public - Not that she was allowed to do so frequently. - For that reason, recently, she'd earned the fame of being a calm and quiet young lady who didn't waste words or time in useless matters, always standing still and behaving well.

When her step-uncle arrived with the news, the girl wasn't surprised. She was to be married to Lord Dean Winchester in a fortnight, time enough for him and important people around the country to reach the capital and be present. Her dress was already being sewed, and the bride had no space for words. They wanted to send her away to calm down the few people who believed she should have been placed on the thrones instead of her brother – she was the daughter of the one true Queen, not that teenage boy -, and Amara wanted to get rid of the last thing that reminded herself she wasn't the country's favourite queen by far: Evangeline, the very face of the late Queen Elena.

"My princess," the soldier offered her a hand just as she left the carriage.

"Thank you."

They said Dean Winchester was a beautiful man, but very rogue, and known to be a violent fighter. Charlotte – his younger sister and Michael's future wife - had promised the princess that her brother was gentle and kind; she didn't seem to be lying, but no one had yet told her what a spoiled and cruel brat Michael had always been. Their family could be just as well hiding Dean's true personality.

Chuck had never loved Amara. He'd never forgot Elena and that was clear by how differently Evangeline was treated when compared to her siblings. He even suggested naming Hannah after Elena when she was born but Amara dismissed the idea quickly.

"You look beautiful," she affirmed. "There is nothing to be afraid of."

Taking a breath, the princess nodded, hearing the Preacher's finishing his speech and standing straight where she was supposed to.

The doors opened loudly and her bright blue eyes landed on Gabriel, giving her young brother a smile. Michael had offered to take Evangeline to her future husband but she'd refused strongly. She never even liked her brother, and wouldn't pretend she did just for the sake of appearances. Instead, she opened a large smile to the young boy who barely reached her shoulder, but looked very proud of being chosen. Looking down at the people waiting, Evangeline could see Winchesters with their full formation, along with many lords she'd never met but had given her gifts enough that a whole chamber had to be reserved: Dresses, books, jewellery, shoes, accessories, perfumes, items and more items to her new home, things for the bride and for her new husband, and for them as a couple.

"Look at him," her brother whispered. "He was pacing around the role time waiting for you, his brother actually had to go there talk to him. It was hilarious."

Evangeline didn't want to look at him but did the same way. The man standing between the statues of the mother and the father was different from what she had first imagined, that was right. During the morning, during breakfast with all the women, many of them had teased Evangeline about the wedding day and night, and they'd defined Dean as terrified.

A cousin of hers even said he was old and violent and that was why no one has ever married him. That was enough to surprise and scare the princess – who had always dreamt of having a gallant, good-looking husband and was once betrothed to a man who looked so much like a fairytale prince.

However, Dean wasn't old or terrifying. He was young, very tall with broad shoulders and light brown hair with a sharp jaw and plump lips. He was gorgeous, so gorgeous she didn't even see the rest of the people while she walked in his direction.

"My lords, my ladies, we stand here in the sight of God and men to witness the union of a man and his wife. One flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever," he said to the crowd behind the couple and then looked at the two of them.

Honestly, she lost many of his words as he spoke. Evangeline could only see Dean's eyes. He had forest green eyes that just fitted his face perfectly. All she wanted was to run a finger over his jaw to feel it. He was beautiful. When he took her much smaller hand in his, she gasped. Where her skin was cold, Dean's was warm and soft, and he gave her palm a light squeeze along with a soft smile, noticing how his eyes were trying to comfort her. Under those young features, he could see the terrified girl she was.

"Now," the Preacher started wrapping the ribbon on their hands. "Let it be known that Princess Evangeline, daughter of our late King Chuck, and Lord Dean Winchester are one heart, one flesh, one soul. Cursed be he who would seek to tear them asunder," he recited looking at the two of them. "You can now say the words."

Dean nodded.

"I, Dean Thomas William, take thee, Evangeline Rose Arianne, to my wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse; for richer, for poorer; in sickness and in health; to love and to cherish, till death us do part, according to God's holy law; and thereto I give thee my troth."

Evangeline took a long breath, and Dean nodded slowly. She was shaking.

"I, Evangeline Rose Arianne, take thee, Dean Thomas William, to my wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse; for richer, for poorer; in sickness and in health; to love, to cherish an to obey, till death us do part, according to God's holy law; and thereto I give thee my troth."

The Princess' heart was racing and her head spinning when she finished her words, and she knew she would need to sit down soon enough to catch her energy back. Feeling it, Dean held her elbows and kissed she forehead, completely ignoring the tradition of laying his lips on hers. Still, everyone applauded and Evangeline felt her shoulders drop when it was all ended.

"Let's sit down a little," Dean whispered when people started leaving for the reception, looking over to where the people had started to leave the abbey, and then at the closest person to them. "I need a seat for my wife."

Just a few minutes later, the young bride sat on a bench with Dean standing in front of her, drinking water from a cup a handmade had just given her.

"Are you feeling any better?" he questioned.

"Yes, my lord. Thank you," she gave the empty cup back to the handmaid.

He shifted his weight and nodded.

"I don't believe we were introduced, my princess," he noticed. "I'm Dean Winchester, Charlotte's older brother and the heir to the Reach."

Evangeline frowned, taking a moment to understand what he was trying to do. He was trying to be sweet to her.

"Oh," she sat straight, reaching her hand out for him to kiss. "I'm Evangeline Shurley. King Michael's older sister and the daughter of our late King Chuck."

He opened her a smile, which was met by immediate.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Princess Evangeline," he offered her his arm. "Shall we?"