It was his wedding day, the most celebrated event of the year or maybe the decade. Of course, the future King would be marrying his future Queen. What could beat that headline?
The entire world would be watching this momentous event. Every eye would be on him, scrutinizing his every move. His allies would want to know what he would do when he became King. His enemies would be seeking his weakness.
"Are you ready, Your Highness?" He was not yet King, but most of the staff was already oriented to treat him as such. Would he ever get used to it?
At that moment, he felt sick. Not because he had any physical illness. But because he had cold feet. Did he wish to go through with this wedding, knowing that the woman waiting for him at the other end of the aisle was not the woman he dreamt of marrying?
