Married to The Devil’s Son Episode 1

MARRIED TO THE DEVIl’S SON👿

Author : Jasmine Josef

Chapter 1
My entire life, I had been preparing for this day. I always knew that I was never
going to be able to choose whom to marry because I am a woman and a princess. I
don’t have the right to choose. Hell, I don’t have any rights at all. My opinions and
feelings don’t matter to anyone, not even my own family.
In fact, my father sees me as a tool to gain more power, to create an alliance with
the Kingdom of Decresh – a very powerful Kingdom – by marrying me off to one
of their prince.
“For a prince and princess, the kingdom comes first,” Father said. “Your desire for
something comes after.”

Yeah right, it could for a prince, but not for Princess. If a prince married for
alliance and didn’t like his wife he could just marry another. Usually, most of them
had several wives and mistresses, but for a princess the story was different. There’s
nothing she can do. She just had to please her husband and watch as he marries
other women when he gets bored with her. I felt my blood boil, but now was not
the time to get angry.

Leaving all the bad thoughts behind me, I studied myself in the mirror. My maids
had spent hours preparing me, making me look more beautiful than I was. I was
wearing a white and golden dress, my brown hair was combed back beautifully
with golden hairpins in the shapes of flowers and leaves. The makeup was perfect,
the only problem was the jewelry. They were beautiful but heavy, now that I was
wearing a lot of them. I was already feeling weak because of nervousness, or was it
fear? I didn’t know, but I was feeling sick. There was a knot in my stomach that
refused to go away no matter how hærd I tried to calm down.
“My lady, don’t you like the dress?” Lydia asked.

Lydia and Ylva, my handmaids, have been taking care of me since I was a little
girl. They were the only ones I could talk to. I would miss them once I left.
“No, I love it. It’s beautiful.” I tried to smile but failed.
Lydia could see the fear on my face.
“Everything will be alright,” She told me. “Don’t listen to the rumors, they are
nothing but just that. Maybe your husband is a nice man,” She tried to sound
positive but I could hear the doubt in her voice.
Not that I believed the rumors, but they did affect me. I wasn’t scared because
people said that he was the devil’s son, they couldn’t be speaking literally. They
were probably referring to his personality, that he maybe was a liar, a tempter, a
murderer, manipulative or that he was just pure evil and that’s what scared me.
A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts, and shortly after a court lady came in.

“My lady, it’s time.” She informed.
I descended the stairs, careful not to fall or stumble, but it was hærd with the long
dress and the heavy jewelry. I was relieved when there were only a few steps left,
but just then I stepped on my dress and stumbled forward, almost falling before a
strong arm came around my wa-ist and saved me ruining myself on my wedding
day.
Straightening myself I looked up to see who it was. Who had dared to touch a
princess like that? Not that I minded, I was just curious.
Looking up, my eyes met a pair of golden eyes. No, wait! Not golden, they had the
color of flames or the lava from a volcano. I had never seen eyes like that before.

“Are you alright My Lady?” Asked the man in front of me with a frown.
If I had knots in my stomach before, now suddenly I had butterflies as I gazed into his eyes.
Who was this man? I had never seen him before. He was tall, broad-shouldered
and his thick raven black hair fell over his shoulders down to his wa-ist. You could
tell from the clothes that he was royalty. Could he be one of the royalties who
came to attend my wedding?
“Yes, yes… I am… I am fine My Lord.” I replied.
“My Lady,” He bowed elegantly before turning around and leaving.
“That’s one good looking man.” Ylva pointed as I stared at his back while he
walked away.
Yes, I thought to myself. Very good-looking but I was getting married and didn’t
have the luxury to look at other men.
“Shall we?” I asked but Lydia and Ylva were too occupied to hear what I said.
They kept following him with their gaze until he was out of sight.
I snapped my finger in front of their face to wake them up. “Yes, yes, My lady.

Let’s go.” They hurried to say.
The ceremony would begin with a greeting exchange between the bride and the
groom and their families. I gave the guard a nod, and he informed my presence,
then motioned for me to enter.
Lydia and Ylva gave me a reassuring smile before I left them behind to walk
in,side. Now I was all on my own.
Taking a deep breath, I str-de into the hall carefully, and immediately all heads
turned to look at me. I walked with my head high but kept my gaze low, only
looking at the floor until I reached the throne where my father was sitting with my mother next to him. While greeting them, I felt my legs tremble.
Mother smiled at me nervously but my father just gestured for me to sit down at a table nearby. He was unbothered by the fact that he was marrying me off to a prince rumored to be the devil’s son.
Ignoring my father I smiled at my mother then went to my seat. I could feel
everyone’s eyes on me, some stared at me with pity and others with repulsion as if it was my fault I was getting married to whoever I was getting married to. They should blame my father not me.
After a while, the guard informed the groom’s presence and everyone turned their attention from me to the door. The room went quiet as the guests waited for the groom to enter. I, on the other hand, looked down quickly and rubbed my hands together nervously as I felt the knots in my stomach return. I wanted to look up, but I was afraid.

What if I didn’t like what I saw? What if the rumors were true? Would he have red
eyes and long nails and maybe even black horns on his head? Don’t be ridiculous, I
told myself and decided to take a look.
Slowly I glanced at the door as my heart hammered in,side my chest and almost
gasped when the groom entered.
Wait!
This was the man from earlier with the golden eyes. He couldn’t be the groom,
could he?
The guests stared at him surprised as well and began to whisper hysterically into
each other’s ears. They must have been expecting someone with black horns to
enter the room and not some tall, elegant looking man.
Not the least bothered by the whispers or stares he walked gracefully toward my
father, taking each step with confidence.

“Your Majesty,” he said bowing slightly.
I dropped my jaw, so did the guests. No one bowed slightly to the king. This man
was truly fearless and being disrespectful toward my father. I already got a bad
feeling about him. Not because I thought my father deserved any kind of respect
but because he was so daring with his actions already.
He must have noticed people’s reactions; it was so obvious, but he didn’t seem to
care. My father, on the other hand, didn’t react, he just gestured toward me.
As I saw him turn to me I looked down quickly, then heard the clicking sound of
his footsteps as he neared before sitting on the other end of the table, facing me.

He didn’t utter a word. Wasn’t he supposed to greet me or at least tell me his name?
I don’t think father ever told me his name but I don’t think I gave him the chance
either. I had fought and cried the day father told me he was marrying me off to
some stranger, but my father was stubborn and had already made up his mind.
“Today I gather us to celebrate my daughter’s wedding to the prince of the
Decresh,” Father spoke once everyone was seated. He raised his golden wine cup,
“Let the ceremony begin, and enjoy yourselves.”
People clapped while dancers and musicians walked in to entertain the guests.
People seemed to enjoy themselves. I, of course, couldn’t see since I was supposed
to keep my gaze down, because ‘that’s what a lady should do’. Well then, I hate
being a lady.

“Don’t you like the music?” He finally asked breaking the awkward silence. I
peeked through my long lashes, but once I gazed into his eyes, it was hærd to look
away. They were captivating.
“I do Your Highness,” I replied.
“What do you have in store for the tea ceremony?”
Oh no! The tea ceremony! That was the traditional part of the royal wedding where
the bride has to show one of her talents to entertain the guests and impress the
groom. Hell with impressing. I didn’t want to impress anyone, especially not this man.

“It is a surprise, Your Highness,” I said, sending him a staged smile.
I was sitting in a chair in the middle of the room, everyone’s attention directed at
me. It was time for the tea ceremony. The guests would sit and enjoy their tea
while I would have to entertain them.
I took up my flute before lightly putting it on my l-ips and started playing. Soon my
nervousness disappeared. I loved playing the flute, loved the sound of it. Closing
my eyes, I let the sound take me far away, to a peaceful place. Now and then I would hear some people praising me through my haze and then they applauded
when I was done.
Opening my eyes, I found him staring directly at me. He wasn’t applauding but
there was a hint of a smile on his face.
Now it was time for the gift exchange. We exchanged our gifts, and then it was
time for me to go to my new home. The knot in my stomach returned with such
intensity that I felt like throwing up.
Mother came up to me while father spoke to my husband. Husband? The word
sounded strange in my head. She took my hands in hers. “Everything will be fine,”
she said, “just remember what I told you”.

Yes, I remembered very clearly our mother and daughter talk. To be a good wife,
to listen to your husband and to not make him angry.
“Yes, I will,” I said, enveloping her in a tight hug. I wasn’t supposed to, but right
now I didn’t care because I might never see her again.
The carriage was waiting outside. The prince, or should I say, my husband led the way. I looked behind me one last time and found Lydia and Ylva standing on the balcony, their cheeks w-t with tears.
“I will miss you too,” I whispered.

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