"Are you thrilled, Your Highness?"
Sully, the girl wearing a bright beam, queried the bride beneath a white long silk dress. The lace veil that covered her face made it unfeasible to see whether she was smiling or not. "Yes" Visha gave a response. The tone was raising as if she was actually delighted for marriage.
The huge mirror across her reflected the image of the princess life. Visha felt like the prison was approaching to her. The marriage was no different than prison in her eyes. The love they said, but the possessiveness she saw here. No this. No that. That's how marriage worked.
Wasn't it though? "You are going to be the Crown Princess, Your Highness!" The maids praised from the side. "Please" Visha shyly lowered her head. Trying her best to retain the high spirit little girl. "It is time to attend the wedding, Your Highness" Sully reminded with a beam.
