Royalty Love

Historia stuck out her head out of the wagon, everything she saw was bright colors and people cheering for her arrival. Any time now she would step out of her wagon and greet all the people that awaited her.
She didn’t want this, and she never had. But this had been arranged since forever. It was just a matter of time before it would happen, and she had always known that. But she wasn’t ready. She wasn’t ready to get married, and even less with someone she barely knew.

You could think that marrying the future King of Kingdom Sina would be something that you would brag about, something that every girl dreamed about. But when that dream comes to reality, it’s not fun and games anymore. Love is beautiful, but not being able to marry someone you love is like a curse, and a curse that not even true love seems to be able to break.

The wagon suddenly stopped with a bump. The cheers from the citizens were even louder than before, and everyone stood impatiently and waited for Historia to come out and show herself.
But staying inside the wagon sounded like a better idea to Historia. One step closer to the marriage terrified her. And even thought the date wasn’t decided yet, it was still one step closer captivity.

The wagon doors opened, and now there was no turning back, people had already seen a glimpse of her, it was just for her to get it together and step out to the crowd.

She raised from her seat, took a step out and was met by a bright light and hundreds of people cheering, more intense than ever.
Guards were everywhere, keeping some people away from running towards her. And at the end of the path stood the royal family.
The King and the Queen, with pasted smiles waving slowly at her. And next to them stood two boys. They didn’t look alike, and they were constantly glaring at each other. It was hard to believe that they were brothers, but Historia knew they were.
She had met them once before, it was one summer when Historia visited them, mainly because their families wanted Historia and the Crown Prince to meet at least once before they turned 16.
So Historia knew exactly who they were, it was just hard to recognize them after 10 years.

She was getting closer and closer to the royal family, and she started to see more details of the two boys. One of them had brown hair, and with his bangs falling into two sides which showed how bright his green eyes was.
Next to him was a sightly taller boy, and she knew exactly who he was. It was Jean - her future husband. She recognized him directly when she saw him up close. His light ash-brown hair shimmered in the light and he had trimmed his hair shorter on the side and back, just as Historia remembered it when they were younger. His light brown eyes didn’t loose sight of Historia. This was suppose to be Historia’s prince charming, her knight in shiny armor, this was the guy she barley knew, this was the guy that she one day would marry, with or without her own will.

Standing eye to eye with the royal family from Kingdom Sina felt weird and awkward. Historia had no idea what to do, was she suppose to say something? Was she suppose to bow in front of them? Everything felt so unreal to her. This was the thing she had been preparing for in her whole life, and now she was closer than ever.

The king suddenly started grinning.
”It’s so overwhelming to finally see you, Princess Historia of Kingdom Rose.” He spoke loudly so everyone could hear.

Everyone cheered like crazy, yet again everything felt so unreal. This never really happened to her in Kingdom Rose, people weren’t as enthusiastic there as they were here. And it made Historia uncomfortable, she wanted to run away, now more than ever.

Historia looked at the crown prince way. He also looked uncomfortable, he seemed to want to be there just as much as Historia.
She started to feel bad for him, almost forgetting her own feelings to think how bad he must feel.
She did that often, setting other peoples needs and feelings before her own. And it wasn’t something that she wanted, it was something that came automatically, something that had always been there.

”Well then, let’s all go in, you must be tired after the long ride Historia?” The King said after a while, still keeping the loud voice so everyone could hear.

Historia nodded, lifting a little bit fabric of her white lace dress as a polite bow. She wanted to say something, but the words didn’t want come out.

The crowd cheered one last time as Historia followed the family in to the castle, the sound from the people died out slowly as the got further away.

She came in to a giant hall, with a throne standing a little further away. The hallway was full of green and gold decorations.
Everything was so beautiful, and Historia had to hold back to not gasp at everything she stumbled across.
Everything had it’s right place, it all seemed so organized and perfect.

The King took his place at the throne, he raised his glassed with his thumb and forefinger, and started to examine Historia.

”You really are as pretty as they said. When we last met you were just 10.”

”Uhm, thank you, I guess.” Historia replied with her soft voice, not really thinking about what she just said.

”So she speaks.”

It was the brown haired boy, Jean’s brother who stood in a corner a little further away from Historia.

”Shh, nobody told you to say anything Eren.” The Queen hissed to him.

Eren, right. That was his name, Historia remembered.
Eren, was actually the Kings bastard son. And although Eren wasn’t pure blood, he was still the Kings favorite, which was still a mystery for Historia. But even though she was curious she knew that it was none of her business.

Eren looked pleased, he looked at Historia again and laughed a little. He wanted to piss the queen off, Historia understood that much.

The Queen and him didn’t get along well all those years ago either, and it didn’t seem like that had changed.

Historia didn’t dare to laugh, even though she kind of wanted to. She remembered how well she and Eren came along that summer, together with Jean.

Jean, he’s here too, Historia suddenly remembered.

She found him standing in another corner talking with a black haired freckled boy, not paying any attention whatsoever to Historia.
Historia remembered the freckled boy too, he was always playing along with Jean, Eren and her, and never left Jean’s side.

The King and Queen began talking how much they had prepared for the wedding and that they were all so excited, and all Historia managed to do was nodding. She was not prepared, she was not excited. She was just there, obligated to do it, against her will.

After a while the King and Queen excused themselves because they had to run some errands or something Historia didn’t really listen to. She was too concentrated on watching every move Jean did.

They left the hall and Historia was finally free from all their wedding talk. It was depressing for her to only hear about it, and pretending to be interested made her feel stupid.

Eren had disappeared too, and the only people left in the hall was Jean and the freckled boy, who were still talking to each other.
Historia decided to at least try to have one conversation with Jean the first day, exchanging some words would definitely make her feel a little better. She really wanted to get along with Jean, she wasn’t going to escape this marriage, neither was he, so talking to each other was the least she could do.

She approached to Jean. He looked almost offended when Historia interrupted his conversation with his friend. But the freckled boy welcomed her with a smile.

”Hi, I’m Marco. You probably don’t remember me, but we used to play together one summer.”

He sounded polite, while Jean stood right beside him looking at her like she had killed someone. She wanted to get mad at Jean, but on the other hand she kind of understood how he may feel.

Historia nodded, smiling back at Marco.
”Of course I remember you, you and Jean were quite a team back then”

Jean and Marco exchanged looks, and Jean almost looked a little worried, but Marco just shook it off and started laughing a little.

”Yeah, well, we are best friends.” Marco answered with a bright smile.

Jean rolled his eyes, now laughing a little bit too.

”I’m, uhm, I’m sorry I’ve been this...distant today.” Jean started, he still looked a little uncomfortable, but it seemed like with Marco on his side, he could relax a bit more.
”I was kind of nervous, all this marriage thing freaks me out..”

Historia felt a big weigh falling of her shoulders. It felt good that these feelings wasn’t one sided. And it made Historia calm down, a lot. Maybe this Jean guy wasn’t that bad after all.

”I understand exactly what you mean, I feel the same.” Historia replied with a little laugh and Jean returned her answer with a smile.

Regardless of the circumstances, it felt like they could at least be friends, something Historia thought would be impossible in the beginning because of the way Jean acted when she arrived.
Things didn’t seem as hard as they did before, but everything still felt way to wrong. She didn’t want to marry him, she wanted to marry someone she loved. And maybe she could learn to love him, but what is she couldn’t?

~

Historia got followed to her new room, servants walking both behind and in front of her. A few servants began to talk to her, all at the same time. And Historia tried her best to answer them all. She wasn’t used to these many servants paying attention to her, back in Kingdom Rose they were used to her being around, and didn’t really care about her.
But it was probably only in the beginning that they would be this clingy, Historia thought.
Give it a week and they all are uninterested in whatever she does.

They arrived to her new room door. Before Historia opened the door she thanked all the servants and asked them politely that she could handle the rest to herself. They all bowed and Historia slowly opened the door.

She was met by two high pitched screams. Two high pitched screams that she knew too well.

”HISTORIA!”

The two screaming girls ran towards Historia and embraced her with hugs.
It was her two best friends, the ones that she thought she would never see again, but here they were.
Historia couldn’t believe her eyes. She was so happy she couldn’t even speak. They were actually here, standing right in front of her, right this moment.

”Sasha, Mina, what are you doing here?” Her voice was almost shaking of excitement.

”We will continue being your court-ladies, even here in Sina. We got permission a couple of days ago, but we wanted so surprise you. And here we are!” Sasha said with a even higher pitched voice than before.

Sasha flicked her red brown-ish ponytail to the side and Historia saw how her eyes was sparkling in excitement.

Historia hugged them again, this time extra hard, wanting to make sure all this was actually real.

”I guess you’re happy to see us huh?” Mina said raising one of her eyebrows while giving a half smile. She didn’t sound especially happy for some reason, which made Historia worried, but she decided not to think about it. She wanted to make this moment a happy one, because she really was happy.

”Yes, yes, I am. You have no idea how happy I am to see you both.”

”We are going to have so much fun!” Sasha suddenly screamed again.

Her enthusiast made Historia feel like home again. She had missed Sasha, she had missed them both. They used to hang out together everyday, but these last few days she hasn’t been able to because of all the preparations for the journey to Sina. She hadn’t even got the chance to say a proper goodbye to her best friends.
But now they were here, they were here for her. Maybe all this could work after all.