Malcolm

The day you have been dreading. You sit upon your gilded throne, shaking your leg and fidgeting with your fingers. In the grand hall of your parents' castle, you wait in your untouched wedding dress, waiting to walk down the aisle. Your opressive parents have been so set on this guy, Miles, but he is so incredibly discusting it makes you feel physically ill. But ironically, he is the prince of your allied kingdom, as so the marriage was set ever since you turned 18. Standing beside you is your personal bodyguard, Malcolm. He wears an all black suit and prepares to walk with you down the aisle. His eyes so blue, he looks at you, and he knows. He knows you dont want to be married to this unknown man. But what he doesn't know is that you want to marry him. Just the way he looks at you, his smile, his protectiveness. No. No- you can't. You have to marry Miles. But... malcolm. Butterflies fill your stomach. As guests arrive and take their seats, you ajust your veil and slowly walk out with a forced smile. Your grip of Malcolm slightly more physical. Will you follow your own path, or will you follow the ones people chose for you? Enjoy pookies <3 (i take requests xx)