Post by inkeriholt on Mar 16, 2015 5:59:48 GMT
As a child, she often thought about her wedding day. All girls do, and she was no exception. She dreamed that it would be filled with joy and laughter, surrounded by her friends and family. She would walk down the aisle towards the man of her dreams, the one she would devote herself to and spend her life with. Her partner, her love, the one who could challenge her and drive her and complete her.
Instead, she was faced with the cold facts of real life. An arranged marriage to a man who would rather see her dead than in her bed. A forced exile to a Sept that would never look past her last name and would never accept her. A lifetime of suspicion and frustration borne from a forced relationship. The knowledge that she was only there to breed and bring peace to two warring families, and that she was nothing more than a pretty gem tossed in to sweeten the pot.
Wolfrik's howl echoed in her ears. She was his mate. Tied to him while they both lived. Within a day, she would be his wife as well.
She brushed the hot tears from her cheeks and swallowed hard. She wouldn't let him see her cry, or let him know how she felt. If he saw her wounded soul, he would attack and rip her to shreds. She knew his kind. She knew his family. She knew that he would take everything from her, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
Her fingers touched the soft silk of her mother's wedding dress. She'd looked at this dress as a child and dreamed of wearing it on the day she was wed. Her mother was dead, and this was far from an ideal situation, but she was determined to control what parts of it she could. She carefully brushed out a crease, looking around the tent that was her new home.
Soon she would be a wife. Defiled by someone who hated her. Impregnated by someone who wanted nothing more than to watch her suffer.
Exhaustion flooded every inch of her being. The dance with Wolfrik was exhausting and dangerous. She would never be safe here.
She rummaged through her bag, locating one of the few comforts she had brought with her. The worn and faded teddy bear told many tales. She hugged the creature to her chest, tucking it beneath her pillow next to her knife. The pillows smelled of him and she let out a heavy sigh.
Why did he have to be so handsome?
Instead, she was faced with the cold facts of real life. An arranged marriage to a man who would rather see her dead than in her bed. A forced exile to a Sept that would never look past her last name and would never accept her. A lifetime of suspicion and frustration borne from a forced relationship. The knowledge that she was only there to breed and bring peace to two warring families, and that she was nothing more than a pretty gem tossed in to sweeten the pot.
Wolfrik's howl echoed in her ears. She was his mate. Tied to him while they both lived. Within a day, she would be his wife as well.
She brushed the hot tears from her cheeks and swallowed hard. She wouldn't let him see her cry, or let him know how she felt. If he saw her wounded soul, he would attack and rip her to shreds. She knew his kind. She knew his family. She knew that he would take everything from her, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
Her fingers touched the soft silk of her mother's wedding dress. She'd looked at this dress as a child and dreamed of wearing it on the day she was wed. Her mother was dead, and this was far from an ideal situation, but she was determined to control what parts of it she could. She carefully brushed out a crease, looking around the tent that was her new home.
Soon she would be a wife. Defiled by someone who hated her. Impregnated by someone who wanted nothing more than to watch her suffer.
Exhaustion flooded every inch of her being. The dance with Wolfrik was exhausting and dangerous. She would never be safe here.
She rummaged through her bag, locating one of the few comforts she had brought with her. The worn and faded teddy bear told many tales. She hugged the creature to her chest, tucking it beneath her pillow next to her knife. The pillows smelled of him and she let out a heavy sigh.
Why did he have to be so handsome?