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Hey, sorry, but I'm going to answer some questions really quickly from my reviews. How can loose dirt be packed? It can't, and I didn't notice I wrote that. The saying "As you wish" I used because I love the Princess Bride, so nice catch. Are all of the characters from the book? Most of them, but a few won't be, well that is if I can come up with them. So if you have suggestions, review away! Oh, and I don't know much about medieval weddings, so I'll try and make it as accurate as possible, don't hate me.

P.S. Merci to anyone who reviewed!

Previously: My jaw dropped and I don't remember what exactly what was said, for to me, those ten words were a death sentence.

The rest of the week was a blur, as everyone buzzed around doing chores, and preparing the wedding, excuse me, my wedding. Ah… that sounds horrible. Anyways, I can't say that I kept up with anything, I was taken to fittings, dinner parties, and I was told by Alice that Jasper had taken a fancy to her. Usually I would have been soooo happy, but I don't think anything will do that.

Eventually the cursed date had come, my wedding day. I hadn't even met this guy and I have no clue what he's going to be like. Is he going to be charming, a knight in shining armor like in my dream, or is he going to be horrid, someone who would wait in the fringes of the forest until the dragon had already killed me and say that he had fought valiantly? I just hope it won't be the latter. I know the chances are he's not going to be the most splendid man in the universe, I'll probably end up disliking him, and I don't know how I will react to the things he says to me and whatnot. But what my parents say is practically law, so why fight it?

I awoke the morning of my wedding at first light, sweating and frightened. I wasn't sure what it was, but I knew that I had just had a nightmare that had scared me beyond belief. My eyes fidgeted around the room, looking for the unseen foe.

My head whipped around at the sound of muffled footstep in the corner of my room, as Gilda stepped inside. There was a sharp pain in my neck from moving so fast, so I put my hand on my neck and stretched, trying to loosen it.

"Sorry milady for interrupting your sleep", Gilda said with a slight undercurrent of impatience, "but your parents would like you to awaken and prepare for the wedding." I sighed, but knew it was unavoidable, so I pushed my warm blankets off of my legs and rolled out of bed. My foot got caught on a blanket and I landed on my butt with a thud and a,"Ow!" Gilda scurried forward to help me up, but I waved her away and stood on my own.

"Princess, your bath is ready in the other room", she mumbled quietly, yet respectfully, as she motioned towards the door.

"Gilda, you may wait here."

"But, milady, I was told to attend to your every need."

"And my need at the moment is privacy, thank-you." She grumbled to herself something about ungrateful masters, and stalked out of the room, which left me feeling guilty. That only lasted for a second as my thoughts went back to my fate.

I lifted my shift and let it fall to the ground beside me and stepped into the warm bath. Letting the warm water envelope me, I thought over my future. In truth, it wasn't as bad as I made it out to be. He was probably handsome; he would most likely leave me alone to attend to more important business. Of course the discussion of a heir would be taken into place. Honestly for me that was the only iffy part. As I pondered all of this, I stood and gathered a towel around me and called for Gilda. Who promptly walked in with a "New you couldn't do it without me" look on her face, and I sighed, this was going to be a long day.

Later that day, I was dressed in a light pink gown that flowed elegantly towards the ground, and swayed around my feet. My shoes were too tight, and my hair was pulled back into a tight bun, where my veil was tied. I stared the layers of material at the heavy, wooden doors that concealed my future husband. I heard the mindless chatter of the guests (practically half of France), but in the midst of it, I heard thickly English-accented French.

Gilda scuttled up beside me, straightening my veil, although it was perfectly fine.

Suddenly, the large door gratingly opened, revealing a large crowd standing next to an aisle. Everyone was staring at me, well with the exception of the man at the altar. I found that incredibly rude. I was here, against my will, and he wasn't even going to look at me. Well fine, I just won't look at him.

My father walked up from behind me and laced his arm through mine. The wedding march started and we took the first steps that would lead me to my final destiny, marriage.

It was awkward, everyone staring at me, me being such a klutz and all, I can't trust myself to not shame myself.

We edged farther along the aisle and I felt a silent tear trail down my face. The tear was a traitor and I couldn't even wipe it away.

Eventually we arrived at the altar and my father released my arm, kissed me on my brow, and walked off to the side.

The priest started with the terms of the marriage: land agreements, peace treaties, and other things of the like.

I kept fidgeting, wanting so much to look at the mystery prince. I didn't even know his name, all the talk had skipped it, calling him Prince of England, the Prince, the son of the King of England, well pretty much every formal name that avoids calling someone by their true name.

I kept glancing at him through the corners of my eyes, but never getting anything other than he had gorgeous, copper hair. Throughout the whole ceremony he never looked my way once. I never thought I was as drop-dead-gorgeous as my cousin Alice, but I'm not that hideous, plus we're getting married, he should look at me.

Suddenly, I heard the most amazing voice I had ever heard. It was like smooth velvet and I couldn't believe it emanated from him as he said, "I do." Oh crap, he said I do.

I realized I hadn't been paying attention at all to the priest and as soon as I started listening, he stopped talking. I winged it and said, "I do."

The priest concluded with "You may kiss the bride."

I must have missed his name during the ceremony, and that was the only thing I wanted to hear, shoot! That's when his hand gently brushed my shoulder lifting the veil. Before me stood the most beautiful man I had ever seen, with piercing green eyes, that shown with incredible depth. It struck me to notice that he had a hint of reluctance in his eyes. A faint one, but reluctance none the less.

Could he be just as reluctant to marry me, as I to him? I only had a second to ponder it before I felt his warm lips upon mine.

Hey peoples, chapters over. Okay, well review please, and I'm about to start a new story, so please read that as well if you're into medieval times. Might be up within the week. Yet again, please review.