Andrew Robinson
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The wedding feast was long and arduous since I couldn't enjoy anything in this death trap dress. I felt a bit pitiful since I really wanted some of each flavor of cake, too. Al, who was sitting next to me, noticed my line of sight and whispered that there would most likely be leftovers in the kitchen later since the portions being served were so small. It was the first thing he said to me as my husband. All I could do was nod. I was overloaded by all that happened and wanted nothing more than getting…-
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Running away was my plan after coming to the capital. I thought it was the only way I could come close to living the kind of life I would have back in my world. It backfired on me horribly. While running away I met the man that proposed to me and would be marrying in less than 24 hours. Al was still waiting expectantly for me to answer. I couldn't bear to lift my head and look at him but I could at least try to be somewhat honest. "I wanted to be normal. Get a job. Fall in love. Have a family. Being…
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My leisurely days in the palace were over. With the wedding so close, everything was down to the wire and both Al and I were forced to be involved. Last minute fittings, practicing what to do during the ceremony so it would go off without a single flaw, and endlessly greeting the visiting dignitaries as they arrived took up every ounce of available time. After our excursion to the kitchen, the only time I saw Edmund was when he brought Adele—who was allowed to attend the wedding after promising to…
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I was a bit too full of cake to notice anything off about what had just happened. I wanted to get Al to talk to Marcy a bit more and then go lie down and let my cake digest. To my dismay, it was difficult to get an opening. Edmund was busy chatting with her about other kinds of fillings that went well with chocolate cake. He really did love his chocolate. I hadn't been around him enough to notice that before. Al stood back and watched the two of them with a quizzical expression on his face. "Is Edmund…
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It turned out I was more tired than I thought. My nap lasted until the ball was almost over and someone frantically burst into the room looking for us so we could stand and look regal while the king gave a speech about how our union would benefit Annalaias. I brushed the powder off Al's jacket as best I could—it was unbelievable that it all came from my face—and he quickly straightened a few loose pins in my hair before we headed back out. The inevitable chewing out came the next morning at…
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Dancing with Duke Orla couldn't end fast enough. It looked like he wanted to keep talking to me but a familiar shadow towered over me and came to my rescue. "Charles, I believe my fiancée needs to rest. I can take care of her from here," Al said firmly as he wrapped an arm around my waist and whisked me off the dance floor to a secluded corner with a glass of lemonade. Normally I would have teased him about saving me but I felt odd after my conversation with the duke. Al wasn't stupid. He just wasn't…
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Even at one's own engagement ball, it's not proper to only dance with one partner the whole time. I danced with Percy (decent), Edmund (fun), the count (horribly awkward), and a couple of random noblemen (also horribly awkward) after my dance with Al ended. I was afraid of who I might end up with next. I couldn't decide whether the last person I wanted to dance with was Sigmund or Duke Orla. Both options were equally horrendous. "May I have the honor of dancing with my future sister-in-law?" Franz asked,…
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I walked around aimlessly for an indeterminate amount of time as I pondered my predicament. One of my maids managed to track me down before Al did, shrieking about how there wouldn't be enough time to beautify me for the ball. Joy. More of the Barbie doll treatment. My stare was blank and my expression emotionless as they stuffed me into an even larger cage than usual and an elaborate sky blue gown studded with jewels that trailed down the skirt from a large cluster around the bodice. It was so heavy…
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I tried distancing myself from Al after that. I needed time to think. For the next several days we played a game of cat and mouse where he would try and track me down and I would do my best to hide. I was doing a fairly good job but it was incredibly difficult because he knew the castle better than I did. I couldn't hide in the library, my quarters, or the stables because he would look for me there. Mariela wasn't much help either because when she wasn't having tea with the queen and Rosenia, she was…
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Later that night, I taught Al how to play Solitaire for when I wasn't around. My back was stiff from being in a cage all day—albeit a smaller one than when I had to go to fancy events—and I couldn't bear to sit anymore. Instead, I ended up lying on my stomach on the ground. The cage was a bit crushed and that was annoying but it was better than sitting up for my back at the moment. Al laughed at how ridiculous I looked before joining me on the floor. "It's easier to play this game on the ground…
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