I stand hands in hands with Lady Prudence my future wife as the pastor begins the wedding ceremony. I don't love Lady Prudence hell I don't even like her. She's only marrying me for the money and social status. Sure she's pretty but honestly she's a completely awful woman. "We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of Duke Felix of Shardon and Lady Prudence Pewit in holy matri-" Just then the church doors bang open loudly interrupting the old gentleman. The one responsible for such an abrupt halt to the ceremony stands there her head held high. Gasps and whispers ring throughout the cathedral as the eldest princess, the girl I held when she was just born, now 18 years old, storms down the isle.
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