When we walk out of my castle I gasp. I'd never left it, not one day. I run over to the grass not caring if it isn't ladylike. I bend down and touch it's soft felt like touch startles me. He bends down next to me.
"My name is prince Arthur." I keep my eyes on the grass.
"Am I not to call you your highness?"
"Of course not my lady. I may be a prince but you are soon to be my wife. You may call me Arthur. You haven't told me your name."
I nod. "Constance" he smiles.
"Lovely to meet you Constance I hope we get along. I am terribly sorry this is how I've made your acquaintance." He says gently. He rises.
"Come along my lady, we must be getting to my fathers castle for the wedding tomorrow." Arthur takes my hand and leads me to a gorgeous chariot. It's a deep black with gold trim, and a gold handle. Two black horses adorned with flowers and black and gold harnesses stand still awaiting a command from their driver, a tall slim man with features similar to that of a candle. I smile to myself. A short stout man that looks almost the opposite of the driver holds the door open. They both have crisp black uniforms with white and gold handkerchiefs sticking out of their pockets, and shiny black shoes with white socks. Arthur helps me up into the chariot and then gets in himself. Once I am in the chariot I gasp. The chariot is all black accept for extravagant golden flower designs that cover the walls. The seats are black and very very soft and comfortable. I pull back gold curtains to look out of the window at the pretty night sky. And then pull my head in to look at Arthur.
"T-this is your fathers chariot your highness?" He shakes his head "Arthur, not your highness and no this is my chariot. We are simply being married at my fathers castle I have my own castle just a ways away. I nod. Arthur sticks his head out the window to tell the driver directions.
"To my fathers castle please George." George flicks the horses and we are off. Arthur looks out the window and I take this time to really look at him. He is tall and his tight tunic and trousers hint at a muscle bound chest. His arms are also muscular, his tunic which is a deep black, is embroidered with golden designs and has four gold buttons, and goes well with his golden brown eyes and sun kissed skin, his hair is short and brown and is shaggy in a handsome way. His black trousers are also embroidered with golden designs. I smile, and for a second I get lost in his handsome frame, until I remember he bought me and I turn away refusing to let my eyes so much as flash towards him. After all who's to say he wants me for anything other than pleasure.