Chapter 42: Wedding Bells

Evie Stanton Wedding bells. The day every girl wanted, or so I was told. A big, extravagant wedding. Flaunting status in the faces of the common people. Everything my mother thought a girl should want. I hated all of it. The too big dress, petticoat lined with white lace and a steel cage to hold up the weight of it. None of it felt like me, except for the open neckline where it revealed my scars. I wore them proudly. Proof of adventure. A part of who I am. And my mother would hate me displaying them. Good. Fuck her. Fuck everything about this day. But I would go through with it. I'd step down the aisle, Richard guiding me and giving me away. Not my father, he didn't deserve that title. I'd kiss Robert's thin lips and taste his tobacco-stained breath. I'd sign that fucking paperwork, selling my soul to this life. And then I'd rock the entire fucking kingdom. During the toasts, with my new mantle as Queen, I'd detail every single thing they did for power. Watch in