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A Stranger's Hope
Trinity POV
"Are you ready?" Cassandra Van Horn asked.
I looked in the mirror, not recognizing my own reflection. My blond hair was pulled back in an elegant twist at the nape of my neck, the veil covering the crown of my head. I blinked, wishing I could make the reflection change, hoping it wasn't me. But the blue eyes in the reflection blinked back.
No. I thought to myself. Not in the slightest. But of course I turned to her, gave her the best smile I could muster at that moment and said; "Yes, I am."
Cassandra gave the queue to the organ player and the sound of the wedding march echoed through the church. My friends all smoothed their dresses and walked down the aisle. Cassandra, my maid of honor, turned to give me one last reassuring look before she strode into the church.
I took a deep breath. This isn't a mistake. This will be good for me. This is another chance to have a family, a home. I coached myself.
I plastered a falsely bright smile on my face and stepped onto the aisle.
I kept my eyes straight forward. I looked into the crowd, at the flowers decorating the church or the reverend, anywhere but my grooms face.
Because I knew he wasn't happy or smiling.
I swallowed and looked up to see Charles watching me. But not with a joyful look, like I would have hoped. It was more like he was thinking hard about something. Or trying to come to terms with something.
It seemed like a lifetime before I made it to the altar. I looked up into his steely gray eyes. He was handsome but the dark look on his face made me cringe.
It's not me. I thought. It's the idea. The only reason we were standing at this altar was because of convenience. My bond mate was killed in Rome and his was… gone to him. And the world. Gabrielle had left him and was now in a coma.
He needed a wife, I wanted a family. We both win. But that didn't make this any easier.
I took another deep breath. The red bloods at the party would simply write it off as wedding jitters, but the blue bloods in attendance would know. We were still strangers, and maybe we always would be. But I would try. I would try so hard to make this work. For me and for him.
We took each other's hands and said the words that would bind us. But only in red blood laws. There would be no glow, no heavenly bond. Neither of us would have that ever again.
We both looked up at each other and to our joined hands. And at that moment I think we understood each other perfectly. We both mourned the loss of our mates, whether they were dead or alive.
We were strangers now just thrust into this by society. And maybe I was a fool to hope that we could be happy. But no matter how hard I tried I couldn't force it down.
And with that I smiled and took his hand. And with that we walked hand in hand to face our new life.
Eh? How was it?
I always thought Charles and Trinity's relationship was interesting and you really don't see much of her in the books.
Review please!
Windy