PROLOGUE:
Gennet rummaged around her enchanting suite, there had to be some things appropriate for a princess on sea voyage. It was more difficult when she was awaiting her execution; she imagined the blade releasing her head from it鈥檚 binding with her body. Alas, this was just a pleasant day dream to what really awaited her, marriage. Marriage, the vile and cruel punishment her father was inflicting on her for being born a female. Unlike her eldest brother Nathaniel, who she envied, for he had the right to choose, to wear pants, and loose shirts, what a girl she was. Awaiting the 鈥渇airy tale鈥?ending every young woman dreamt of. And she was considering hurling herself of the balcony.
Waiting for Roman, the man who she would soon 鈥渟hare鈥?the rest of her life with, more like be owned by him for all of eternity. With a smug smile, Gennet only packed one gown, the rest were stolen clothing articles from her brothers. She would act against this marriage, and perhaps be left alone in the process. Then, since she was not an appropriate bride she would be left on a dessert island, with only essential tools where she could be alone, with her pride for the rest of her peaceful life, sure. 鈥淧rincess! Princess! Oh your highness, why the heavens are you still in here? The ship will be leaving in under an hour; you must go eat hurry along鈥?Her trusty lady Quinn, how she was always by her side leading her. Promising companionship even through marriage, she was the woman any man would be grateful for, but she had her. She had her Quinn, forever and always, she鈥檇 rather marry her then Roman. 鈥淥h! Yeah, I think I should go.鈥?She replied, noting Quinn鈥檚 disapproving eyes on her unclosed suitcase. 鈥淧acking 鈥?light are we malady?鈥? Quinn said with a sarcastic smile. 鈥淒on鈥檛 you dare tell on me鈥?her eyes shot at Quinn, and with loyalty in her eyes, Quinn smiled.
The ship was grand and charming fit for a royal family. And then --- there was Roman, who was telling the captain how he should navigate the ship. Why did this man think so highly of himself? Yes, he had Jet black hair, dark gray eyes that were cold and beautiful, a very many chest, and figure. The problem was this man had absolutely no qualities. Any qualities would be nice, maybe a hunter, or painter? But he resolved all problems with 鈥?servants. He lived to be served, and in all his 鈥済lory鈥?assumed the people who served him lived to serve. Most fianc茅e鈥檚 are angry when they hear the help complaining of their Fianc茅. Gennet laughed, and then joined in. Such a proper lady, of course, she was always on her very best behavior. Gennet chuckled.
Aware of the night鈥檚 events that lay ahead of her she was sprawled out across her cabin bed, the last time she would be alone at night. She shivered and would sleep with peace. Grimacing at the thought of Roman caressing her for his own benefits, why was life punishing her so badly. She hated gowns more than anything, more than 鈥?Roman. Although she new better then to show up in anything but tonight, this was an important dinner, and she would be appropriate, for tonight.
As she walked in late, into the beautiful dining room, with a room full of people who were to be the wedding guests, she took her seat next to Roman. It was so weird, she didn鈥檛 notice until now; he looked at her with big eyes the way some one that is in love looks, his eyes were widened, and he smiled at her. When she sat next to him he took her into his arms and gave her an embracing kiss. Gennet couldn鈥檛 see the rest of her life without him but she also could not spend the rest of her life with him. This was far too painful; she did not want the married life. Why was every one trying to fool her?
After the terrible last supper was over she returned to her room and painfully sat on her bed. The cabin walls seemed to be caving in on her, just one night from now she would be in a beautiful beach palace, surrendering to a man that she never wished to see again. Sadly this man was her Fianc茅. Roman, oh god Roman why did he have that hair? That body! No her life was not a romance novel it was a tragedy. Why did she have to keep reminding herself? She would marry him; of course it was her duty. Although who ever proclaimed that a wife must love and fulfill their husbands needs. Gennet was going to dedicate the rest of her life to torturing her loving husband, Roman.
After falling asleep thinking she was so pleased to have awoken in a bed. She assumed that the boat had landed in the night, and some one had carried her in. She smiled. In a few hours she could start her torture on the unsuspecting Roman. Within minutes people were giving her food, and starting to torture her poor body. She wanted nothing more than to throw on her brothers clothing and be the groom instead. How lucky he had it, throw on a tux and his naturally perfect hair would compliment. What a jerk. Twenty more minutes until fun time! She wondered if maybe quite possibly she was one of the most insane people who had ever been a princess. Probably, but who cares. They weren鈥檛 the ones who had to be married to a woman who would rather dress like him then spend two seconds in his bed. She wondered how he would take the news that she was going to be sleeping in one of the extra bedrooms in the palace. Tonight she would humor him and return to his bedroom, then she would quietly tuck away on her own side of the honey moon bed.
Honey was supposed to mean sweet. Sweet revenge, no man was going to almost seduce her and get away with it. They simply would have to pay, regardless if they were getting married or not. And then the moment had arrived, she found herself in a white lacey gown, with a veil. Tropical flowers positioned around the beach. She walked down the isle to the man she awaited to torture. Then she saw them, the eyes she thought were to be cold, today they were not so gray, actually they were deep emerald sparkly green. He was watching her with the most beautiful grin. Why! Why was he so terrible? Such a good actor, she half expected him to run away and join a theatre program.
The part where she actually said 鈥淚 do鈥?made her cringe. She remembered it vaguely. Her father used to say it was best women not think. No wonder, she pretty much passed by the whole wedding, supper and evening without knowledge of what was going on. She was lying on the bed, staring at the eyes who expected her to sleep with them. She also saw the disappointment as she drifted off into the most bliss slumber of her life, probably existence.
BEGGINING OF THE ACTUAL STORY:
Roman awoke to stare into the eyes of his young bride. Yes, they had been married for two years, and he had not even had the chance to sleep with her. She only recently started sleeping in the same bed as him. She refused to dress in fancy gowns and would only wear small dresses, although he could not complain he didn鈥檛 know why she treated him this way. Perhaps she was still hostile over an arranged marriage, but why so much? He loved her more than he could ever imagine, he saw her beautiful eyes ever day of the week and never second guessed himself. He didn鈥檛 mind that she wore what she wanted it; it turned him on that she had such an expressive self-opinion. The world could use more women like Gennet, she made him feel like the luckiest man of all time, because he could be himself around her.
Roman loved her to the point in which he could not see what he was doing wrong. Did the love of his life honestly believe he saw her as eye candy? She had tried to make certain that she wasn鈥檛 eye candy that was for sure. Roman was in love with the woman that it seemed he could never have, his wife. Perhaps it should hurt his ego that she was doing this to him, but he was so very blinded by love. What did he know about love the first woman that he ever loved was laying in his bed, ring on her finger, and wouldn鈥檛 even let him touch her? Gennet was the most beautiful seductive and evil creature he had ever set his eyes on.
Roman was going to be a king in many years, and was also a business man, although he was a prince he was also in charge of many affairs that his country was to face. He got to spend many hours a day away from his wife. Many men saw this as a challenge. He however was glad to get away, away from the woman that seemed to have made a bet with herself to make his life miserable. Soon he and Gennet would be moving to New York City, in the beautiful Upper East Side. The house was not going to be too big, just one of the most elite in New York. He could afford just that, and maybe he would be able to soften his bride up when he got her out of the country.
He looked into Gennet鈥檚 eyes, she never talked. This country was too old-fashioned. Women forced to wear gowns, and marry through laws. He knew that Gennet would instantly love America, and of course the big bustling city. He just hoped that finally she would see that he did not see her as a trophy wife. For in New York, they could be a normal couple 鈥?to the extent she would allow. Who knows she might even take so much advantage with a new citizenship and divorce him.
[Notes: this was on my old account ironicstaraurore; but this includes far more information, and is longer. please leave comments, and ask me if you want more ill give you my email address !!! any ideas too! are great. thanks] You show promise but perhaps you could make it flow easier for the reader by adding in a few more adjectives - as when a word or two is left out it seems as though one stumbles rather than flowing forward in the reading of your works.
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