The arena is silent, no one dares to make a move. The princess, her face even when twisted from internal agony, so beautiful she seems to be glowing next to her smirking father. A tall man who is heart-breakingly handsome stands before two doors, hovering over the right entrance’s handle, ready to turn it. The crowd leans forward in their seats, the onlookers outside squish against the castle walls trying to hear what is happening inside, and the ravishing princess lifts a slender hand to her mouth.
His grip tightens on the handle, thinking that his royal lover would want what’s best for him, knowing that behind the door would await a stunning women ready to be wed. And even though he felt like his heart was breaking, marriage would be preferable to a gruesome death.
The princess is choking back a sob, she couldn’t do this, it was too painful, she couldn’t watch…
The King smiles and lets out a small chuckle, unable to be heard over the collective breathing of the audience.
The door swings open.
The throng of people raise to their feet and give a standing ovation to the couple below, the princesses cry of despair is lost in the screaming crowd
A blonde women with flushed cheeks and gorgeous blue eyes steps through the thresh hold, though her expression is not of a new bride, but a horrific grimace. The fair-haired man mirrors her panicked manner.
Because the woman before him is his sister.
“Brother?” the woman, Natasha, gasps, “No, it can’t be… It’s not right!”
Before more words could be uttered between them, the wedding procession is engulfing the befuddled siblings. In a flourish of golden instruments and gorgeous women wearing barely more than scarves dancing in intricate circles, they are rushed to a makeshift podium. The pair is jostled into their correct positions and made man and wife before the adoring crowd, jealous princess, and a King who glares smugly down at them.
You should be expelled from school for writing this trashy ending.
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