Chapter update, hope you all enjoy.
"Hello princess," Nathaniel said happily. He strode up and began walking with Jesselyn through the castle gardens.
"Good afternoon Nathaniel," she said respectfully, keeping her eyes forward.
"Your mother tells me that your dress looks beautiful on you, I can't wait to see it," he said as he grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles.
"Thank you very much," she gave him a tight lipped smile and immediately clasped her hands together in front of her as soon as he let it go.
Nathaniel glanced down at her, a distasteful look on his face. He had felt her hand tense up when he grabbed it, and he hated it. "Jesselyn, would you do me the honor of coming to my room later tonight," he saw a look of terror cross her face. To ease her, he gave a light chuckle, "don't worry, I just want to talk with you, and get to know my fiancé. We are getting married in three days."
Jesselyn internally frowned, she had been hoping to go for a late night stroll through the gardens by herself, but she had to act as if she was somewhat happy about getting married, "of course, I would love to be able to get to know you better," she gave a slightly bigger smile, even though it was fake.
He smiled, also a fake and forced smile, "wonderful, I will see you later tonight."
With that, he turned around and strode back into the castle, Jesselyn frowned and plopped down on a small stone bench. She crossed her legs and rested her elbow on her knee, resting her chin on her palm.
"This is ridiculous," she whispered quietly, running her opposite hand through her loose hair.
"Is my sweet Jesselyn sad?" A voice said as it came up behind the princess. She turned around and smiled when she saw her ex-snowman Olaf. He stepped over the bench and sat down next to her.
"Hi," she said, trying to be enthusiastic, she loved seeing him, but the event that was happening to night had dampened her mood for the day.
"What's wrong?"
"Nathaniel requested that we spend time together, so that we can get to know each other better," she explained, leaving at the part of this taking place in Nathaniel's bedroom.
Olaf frowned himself, "I'm sorry, but I suppose if you are going to marry him, you should probably learn more about him."
"Do you really mean that?" She asked with a smirk.
"Looks like you've caught me."
"Don't I always?" She asked, placing her hand on his.
"I'd say it's a gift."
"That it is."
Later that night, Jesselyn slowly walked down the long hallway to Nathaniel's bedroom. It was completely quiet, all of the servants sleeping for the night. The princess had just left Olaf's room, wanting to have a good mood when she went to Nathaniel's room.
As she stood outside his door, she took in a deep breath. She raised her hand and hit her knuckled against the wood, hearing the loud sound echoed through the empty hall. A moment later Nathaniel opened the door, still in his attire from earlier. He smiled and opened the door wider for her to enter.
"Please have a seat princess," he said gesturing to a chair in the corner of the room.
She nodded her head with a small, forced smile. She slowly made her way towards the chair, her footsteps clicking loudly on the hard linoleum floor. "Is there anything specific you wanted to know about me Nathaniel?" She asked as she sat down on the chair.
He shook his head, "I just thought we could talk, and learn the little things about each other."
She raised an eyebrow, "what kind of little things?"
Nathaniel finally came over and sat down in a chair opposite her, crossing his legs and leaning back in the chair, "well actually, I'd very much like to learn about your friendship with that boy your alway around."
"Do you mean Olaf?" She asked, why would he care about her friendship with him.
"Yes him, I heard that you are quite close too him."
She bit her lip nervously, "we're not that close, but he's a good friend."
"Really?" He asked, his voice becoming hard, his eyes even seemed to darken, "because from that conversation you and your cousins had earlier made it seem like you're very close," he snarled those lasts words, sending a shiver down Jesselyn's spine.
"Y-you heard that conversation?" She asked, her voice cracking.
He nodded harshly, "yes I did, and I will not allow my fiancé to love anyone else."
She narrowed her eyes, "how hypocritical, when we went into town you stared at every woman that walked last us," she said angrily, jabbing a finger against his chest.
His hand came up and grabbed her wrist tightly, when she tried to retract her hand he tightened his grip, making it feel as if the bone was about to snap.
"How dare you speak to me like that," his voice rose in anger, and it was then that she noticed that his bedroom was on the opposite side of the castle from everyone else's. If he yelled no one would hear him, and if she screamed, no one would come.
Don't all you just love cliffhangers, I know I do.
~Googlygummybear~
