Wedding

This day has finally come. In some way he had been forced into marrying a girl he doesn't know, and I feel so frustrated I couldn't be... What? The... bride... Well, even if he has effeminate ways, I have the feeling he's the manliest of the both of us. Also, now that he turned twenty, he looks older than me. I also feel frustrated because I didn't tell him yet. I haven't opened my heart to him. And I regret so much, because I know that won't be possible anymore.
Today is the day the ceremony will take place. I have to speak to him before the wedding. I rush to his room, where he's being prepared already.

"Sire! I... I need to talk.

-Prussia!" He seems taken aback.

"No, you can't be there... It would be wrong if we saw each other now..."

I look at him in disbelief. What is he trying to say? I don't understand, and my mind isn't really clear anyway. I can see on his cheeks the faintest hint of a blush. He quickly regained his composure.

"Anyway, the servants are supposed to prepare you also.

-M...Me?

-Yes, it would be a shame if you weren't wearing something outstanding, today, wouldn't it? It would be completely "unawesome"...

-Kesese, of course!"

A bunch of servants led me to my room. They almost throw me in a water basin, after having discarded my clothes (I didn't see that coming, oh!). They rub me with soapy sponges, proceed to cut my nails the right way, then they wash my hair, and everything is being so fast I have no time to argue. Nobody ever paid attention to the way I dressed or washed, so this is really weird. Also, I always avoided marriage, so I had somehow managed to take care of myself alone since the beginning until now.

They let me go, and I feel really too clean to my liking, and not really myself either.
Then they put me in some kind of gown and they sit me on a chair before a mirror. I must admit, it's an amazing work. I look spotless, really. Even my hair has a special shine I've never been able to give it.

"Should we put a wig on his head?

-No, the prince strictly forbade it."

What? Since when is the prince so concerned with my looks?

"Sir Gilbert, your hair is really beautiful! I bet every man in the kingdom had dreamt at least once of having theirs like yours!"

I don't listen to their blabbering about it as they put powder on my face to make it look even paler. I mean, what for? They also put perfume in my hair.

Then they make me stand as one of them approaches with a completely new outfit. This is quite the gorgeous type, and I like it a lot.

The whole outfit is made of a blue colour that people would call after my name later.
Tight blue trousers, white leg wear, black, elegant leather shoes with a golden buckle, a white frilled shirt. But the better of all is the jacket. The same blue as the entire outfit, made of a silky material, and the hem at the end of both sleeves looks like sculpted with sophisticated details. There is also a single red border at the end of the hem. The whole thing must be so expensive. Did... The prince chose it for me? I can't help but thinking it fits me well.

We finally go to the church. We sit for a while, and then we all see him. Friedrich looks gorgeous. His face is the usual composed one and then... his clothing? It's... the same as mine? I begin to think there is something behind it. When he passes me by, he smiles slightly, closing his eyes.
Then there is the ceremony. Each word pronounced by the priest is like divine sentence for me, because I know it is the law of God being applied and I can't do anything about that. Maybe tonight they are going to get at it, and this is so sad. If I close my eyes, I imagine myself standing at the bride's place and the feeling is gorgeous. But then I come back to reality.

There's a short party and the prince avoids me mostly. He's also distant with his wife and he tries to keep a reasonable space between them while they dance. But it's normal, since he doesn't really know her, isn't it? Also, I think he's never been as close to a woman as now, and he must be embarrassed. I'm sitting straight on a chair, in the distance, looking at them both. They are dancing together and everyone is looking at them. I feel really apart now, gorgeous in this outfit but alone, brushing off every attempt of several parents who try to introduce their daughter to me.

I sigh. This is the end, after all?

That was sad! But you know well like me that this is not the end, of course! Poor Prussia.