15

Today is the day. Mother Margarine is already up and ready, waiting for me to get up too. I look to the corner of the room and see the dress I am to wear today, and wow it is stunning. A plump gown that drapes to the ground with glittery white tulles, a lace corset with pearl ribbon and a v-neckline studded in small diamonds.

"Wow" I say, my gaze stuck on the beauty.

"This dress is made for you my sweet."

After Mother Margarine helps me in the dress and does the tightening adjustments, she sits me down to do my hair; curling the ends of them and pinning diamante clip studs on the sides of my hair.

"Beautiful, my dear, just beautiful. Let's get you to the ceremony."

This isn't really my big day, only a part I am supposed to play, but that does not stop the nerves from kicking in. Am I nervous to see Father? Certainly. He might even be annoyed with me because I never reported back to him after Thomas's death or where I went after. I will just fabricate a love sick story about how I have fallen in love and that I demanded we get married blah blah blah.

Hand in hand with Mother Margarine, I barely see any people in the halls. In fact, everything looks exactly as it is. I thought marriage here was a big deal, especially that of the future King.

"Where is everyone?" I say to Mother Margarine.

"Jace requested it be a private ceremony" She replies.

"Oh?"

Interesting, at least it makes it less awkward now that there isn't a crowd. My Father will still be there though, but that is doable.

We arrive at an oak door guarded with two men, who open it up at our arrival. Everything is so silent. Inside, a small room is decorated with white lilies and roses, and a table filled with all sorts of foods and desserts, including a tall cake studded with chocolate pearls and glitter - must be the wedding cake. All the guests have arrived, including my Father, who hasn't seen me yet. Quiet chatters happen amongst the guests, including him as well. Oh how I miss my Father just looking at him now. But Jace is missing, he isn't here.

"I'm confused..." I say, and it seems that Mother Margarine is as well.

"Oh dear, I don't know... I don't know what is happening, let me ask the guards."

She goes out only to come back and shakes her head. So no one knows where he is.

"You know what, let me go check".

"Dear no, your wedding dress will be ruined!"

"It will be fine, I'll be satisfied once I've looked around."

She nods. I leave the room and go straight to his chambers first, since it seems like the best place to start. How embarrassing this is, for the groom to not even show up on his own wedding day. Whatever, maybe something bad happened or maybe something inconvenient happened, who knows.

I knock on the door, yet silence. I knock again and wait, yet nothing again. Slowly turning the door knob, I notice that it is not locked, which is very strange. I let myself in the first door to see no guard in sight guarding the second door that leads to his chamber.

"What the hell is going on?" I mutter.

As I am about to turn the knob for the second door, I hear soft airy laughters through the other side. I stay still, contemplating whether I should just barge in or eavesdrop a little more. I choose the latter.

More laughters, mumbles and even moans arise mixed with a coarser laugh - Jace's. He is not alone. My heart aches at the fact that out of all days he chooses this fake wedding day to go around with another woman. Once again I have fallen for his stupid touches, his words, his face that just makes me melt over and over; obviously it had been one sided all along, and it will always be this way, since all I am to him as I was before is a prisoner, someone to use in times of need. Why do I fall for it every single time? I don't know.

Because this is an alliance, should I just play the part and forget about feelings? Of course I have failed to keep them at bay, but whatever is happening in there makes it much easier. Seriously, fucking me and then fucking another woman, he's so low for that. But it is me that is at fault, thinking that for once he could actually be in love with me. Funny.

And so instead of raging, I leave, because it is not my fault to bear. If he wants to miss the wedding then so be it, it's his title that goes to shame.