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cardanloveclub · 2 years

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Cardan Greenbriar.

If a month ago you told me I'd be here right now, posing for a painting with the youngest prince in the Greenbriar line, I wouldn't believe you. I'd laugh at you, while feeling sickened by the simple thought of it.

But here I am, betrothed to the one and only, Cardan Greenbriar. I'm not happy about it, the only plus I've thought of at the moment is the endless supply of hot towels.

Two weeks ago my father came into my room, I was lying on my bed, reading some old folk tale, it was about a girl and a dragon, I can't remember much about it. But he came in, my mother latched onto his arm, my sister leaning against my door frame, wanting to hear whatever it was they were going to tell me.

"We have some news for you."

"I gathered by the way you waltzed in, you weren't just going to tell me dinner is ready."

"He'll never put up with her." My mother not so discreetly whispered to my father.

"It's for her own good, she should be put in line, not to mention the other benefits." He replied, side eyeing me as he did.

I looked at my sister who was looking straight at me and shrugged. She seemed just as confused as I did.

"You're engaged, I trust that you'll take it upon yourself to talk to us respectfully about it. There's going to be no debate, we're not changing our minds, everything has been agreed already."

If I was mid drinking, my bedsheets, corset and blouse, parents and pillow would have been soaked.

"To who?" I asked, frantically. I wish my sister wouldn't have been there to see me panicking, but siblings are siblings and will always be nosey.

"The youngest son in the royal family."

"You have got to be kidding me." My sister squealed from the door.

"Yeah, what she said. How did this happen, and why?"

My mother looked at me, up to my father, nodded and focused her attention on me again, seriousness in her eyes.

"It's not at all ladylike to be asking so many questions about this, you'll go through with the wedding, with the terms that come with it and you mustn't fail us. Or yourself."

"Did nobody think to ask me about this, marrying me off to a boy, I can't stand? It seems like a stupid, obvious way for you to get power, surely there must be-"

"Enough." My fathers quiet, threating whispers are worse than his shouting. Not quite however worse than being hit. It's not uncommon to be slapped silent by a parent or partner. I've seen him do it to my mother. Only once, he was drunk, he promised it wouldn't happen again, he never has laid hands on her since. I've been slapped a few times, so has my sister but we move on from it. It's hard to get caught up on those feelings, after all, it's your family, you always come around, you always love them.

But at that moment I was livid. I couldn't argue against them, I knew it would cause more problems than it would resolve. There was nothing I could do about it. I was tied up with Cardan Greenbriar. Royal Prince and pain in the arse.

But here we were now. Dressed up in the fanciest clothes I have ever worn. A burgundy velvet dress, laced with golden silk, tied at the back with ribbons, and cinched at the waist, with yet another corset, it was an elegant piece and despite the slight discomfort, I felt beautiful in it.

Cardan was dressed in a cream shirt, black trousers that were slightly baggy at the ankles, rings adorning his long fingers and pointy ears. We looked like a rich couple, but far from happy, thankfully we didn't have to smile for this painting.

We were draped across a plump, rich purple coloured couch. Half empty wine glasses in hands. My heels were slipping off my feet and he was barefoot. He smelt like alcohol, smoke and blood, it was all I could think about. I didn't know if it was my mind telling me that or if he actually smelt like a murder scene from a book I would have read in the past.

I felt something wrap around my ankle and looking down I saw what it was. His tail. Wrapped, possessively around my ankle.

"Greenbriar, take it off." I warn

"No, I feel like it fits, me, around you, reminding everyone who you belong to." He whispers, slowly.

"I don't belong to you." I hiss at him.

"Sure, but it wouldn't harm to have the folk believe that. They'll love it, they love a happily ever after."

"Oh we're far from a happily ever after."

"Whatever you say, but you're always here with me, and when this is finished, we'll eat together, we'll retire to the same bed, wake up, me around you, just like now. You'll get used to it sweetheart. Don't worry your pretty little head about it now."

I couldn't speak, I just nodded along, doe eyed, feeling like I was a mouse and he was a snake. But he wouldn't just eat me straight away, no, I could tell this snake loves to play with his food.

And no one could tell him not to, after all, he's royalty.

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