Love Agreement With The King

"You look wonderful." He said, unable to keep his eyes off her.

"You're handsome." She murmured. It was the first time she was complimenting someone, especially a male. But his elegant look deserved a compliment. He was wearing a blue-black simple jacket with some gold embroidery details on the collar and the shoulders.

A white shirt could be barely seen under

his jacket and was giving the whole look a more sophisticated yet simple touch.

He was always elegant, but that day Roselyn felt her heart beating more sped up than usual.

She smiled, stretching her hand for him to hold, and when he did, they headed toward the door.

They stepped on the carriage, which would lead them toward the location that Abigail, and Lord Victor arranged. Roselyn felt his hand brushing against her, and his eyes darted from side to side.

"Why are you nervous?" she asked him.

"I don't like meeting my relatives." His voice was hoarse.

The carriage paused in front of one of Lord Victor's properties. A floral path led toward the entrance door from where fell orchids of many colors appearing like a curtain.

Roselyn walked outside, smiling gently to the coachman that kept the door open. John seemed hesitant whether to step outside, leading Roselyn to wonder what happened in his family to make him feel so irresolute.

He finally stepped outside, allowing Roselyn to take his arm as they both turned over to walk toward the door. A low din came from inside that covered that pleasuring melody of a piano playing.

When they entered, silence fell and all the guests invitated turned their heads over like dominoes to stare at the yet-to-marry couple.

A pair of rows of benches filled half of the room, before separating they shared a smile. Both of them were agitated. It was the first time they didn't have to hide their feelings in public, but at the same time; they didn't know how to behave.

Roselyn turned over to walk in search of the bride. But John stopped her before she could take a second step before turning her over. His hand went to wrap around her hips. He pushed her against his body and locked their lips together.

Everyone stopped to breathe for a second, gazing at the couple giving scandal in front of everyone. But for them, they all disappeared. She stood on her tips, clinging to his neck as they kissed.

He departed from the kiss, and they both opened their eyes simultaneously. "I am sorry but I needed it before spending the day with my family." He breathed out. His gaze moved around, realizing where they were as he scratched his hand.

"See you later." She whispered before turning around.

When she couldn't be seen by him, she covered her mouth with her hand to giggle.

After taking several wrong turns to desperately find her way toward the room where her sister was preparing, she saw a lady peeking through the door.

She recognized the gold shining hair; it was Sharon that waved at her from afar.

"We need you." Sharon's whisper echoed in the narrow corridor, and Roselyn sped up her walk to reach her sisters.

"Wow" her jaw dropped, Abigail looked beautiful. The dress was white, of a thin fabric that shaped her body, harmoniously embracing her curves and emphasizing her prominent breast and thin waist. A cloth flower on her hips from where arose trails of brilliant that crossed the entire dress.

A white floral brilliant tiara on her head.

"Roselyn." Abigail reached for her as if she was a lifeline in the sea.

"I am sorry, I couldn't find the right room." Roselyn apologized for her tardiness.

"Odd thing to believe. The King's castle is bigger, yet you didn't seem to have difficulty settling in." Sharon murmured, probably not realizing she said it aloud while her eyes widened.

Couldn't she let her alone during that special occasion? Was that too much to ask? Roselyn ignored her for the sake of her sister. Her hands went to hold Abigail's hands. "You look beautiful," she commented.

Abigail's eyes were pleading with her, like if she wanted to tell her something, but for some reason she said nothing.

"Sharon, can you leave us alone?" Roselyn asked, tilting her head.

Sharon's eyes filled with anger. How did her sister dare to ask her such a thing.

"Why? I am also her bridesmaid." Folding her arms, she glowered at both her sisters as she felt left out.

"Please."

Sharon scoffed before heading toward the door. From there, he gave a last furious gaze before slamming the door behind her.

Very mature.

"Is there something that is bothering your tranquillity recently?" Roselyn asked as she kept holding her hands, staring at her beautiful sister in the eyes.

She inhaled all the air she could breathe, before breathing it out in a tentative to try to remain calm. Roselyn nodded, her lips slightly curved up, mentally begging her to confess her secret. She was safe with her.

"Many things happened, between me and Lord Victor." She confessed, her voice shaky.

Roselyn fixed her hair, waiting for her to find the courage to continue her sentence.

The guests begun to rattle, wondering whenever the spouse will get out. Were there any problems with the couple?

Ten minutes had passed and from the room, Abigail and Roselyn locked themself in exited nobody.

Sharon was tapping her foot nervously on the marble floor, her head placed on the door in a fist. Hesitating whether or not to knock.

The piano started to play; it was time for the spouse to make their entrance. Silence fell in the church. Lord Victor was gazing around in her search, standing in a tall erected posture. He plastered a smile on his face, trying to remain calm, begging his lady to arrive. Turning his head from the side, where his mother smiled at him.. They walked slowly and composed toward the altar.