Carol looked at her in shock as she walked into the aisle wearing a black wedding dress while Abigail's smile grew wildly. The look on his face was priceless and what she's been hoping for, even the priest was too stunned to speak.
"What is she wearing? What in heaven is happening?" The King turned his sight at Beatrice for explanations but Beatrice's eyes were glued to the ground.
"Relax hunny- you have to compose yourself-" Belladonna whispered trying to cover up her disappointment with a fake smile.
"This is absurd!" Ronald complained
"That stupid girl just embarrassed us all" Ronald stood up and fled the church as Belladonna and Beatrice followed.
Beatrice knew her mission here was done, all she had to do was wait.
Abigail smirked as she watched her parents leave and grinned wickedly. Her eyes also caught the dance tutor, Draco, sitting next to her parent's throne.
'So she's the daughter of King Ronald III?' He thought
'Interesting' He rubbed his chin with a smile on his face while staring back at Abigail who seemed confused at this point.
'S-shall we start the ceremony, your Majesty?' The Priest's voice chorused snapping her back to reality
"Yes, we shall" Abigail answered instantly as she glanced over at Carol thinking he would look annoyed or angered by her dress code but what she wasn't expecting was his shocked look to transform into a smirk. She could tell that he was examining her dress.
'Why is he smiling?' she thought, her scheming smile slowly fading away.
'You may exchange the rings" The priest vocalized and so they did.
As they said their vow, The pries held the crown up high giving them his prayers before placing it on their heads and ending the ceremony with
"You may now kiss the bride."
Unexpectedly, before the priest could even finish, Carol grabbed Abigail's waist and pulled her in for a passionate kiss. As their lips touched, Abigail felt a spark, almost like a certain connection to that kiss.
She wanted to pull away but at the same time, she didn't want to... The only thing she could do was close her eyes as Carol's tongue thrust in her throat. She tried her best not to breathe as they kissed but easily ran out of breath. Carol noticed the breathless expression on her face and pulled back from the kiss. He smirked as he cleaned his lips with his hands while everyone was stunned and unable to speak.
After the long exhausting kiss, Everyone got up on their feet clapping, cheering and yelling
"All hail the king and Queen!"
"All hail the King and Queen"
Carol held her waist firmly pulling her close to him as they both plastered a fake smile on their faces.
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Everyone gathered in a circle as they watched the bride and groom dance together. As Carol took a hold of Abigail's hand and his other arm around her waist, they moved around the room like Cinderella and Prince Charming. Everyone where in aw and fluttered by their movement but between both of them, it was a nightmare.
"Did you really think your childish act will drive me to the tipping point?" Carol whispered while plastering an emotionless expression on his face.
"It's bad enough that I'm your bride now. So don't ruin this moment with your immersive lecture" Abigail spoke numbly as they both continued to dance like it was just the both of them alone in the ball.
"This color suits you, brings out your dullness" he insulted spinning her around on a spot as he pulls her closer to him, this time, their lips almost touching.
"You're only mad that my style isn't to your expectation. If i had my way, i would go naked" She felt threatened but tried to control her anger by smiling it off. His scent was stronger than before and it only made Abigail feel more nauseous and angered by his presence.
Unexpectedly, Carol tilted her head up romantically as he leans in to her face.
"Don't play dumb, We both know we don't like one another. But life is not fair is it?" He says as Abigail blushed feeling his fingers touch her chin. She couldn't express what she was feeling but she prayed it wasn't what she was thinking. Her eyes met his firmly and diverting his eyes to her lips
'Why does she look so-" Carol thought but was cut short when the music stopped and everyone started clapping and cheering. He soften his grip and pulled back from the dance as they both held hands nervously curtseying and bowing at the guest.
Abigail and Carol immediately sat on their throne as they spectated other guest and nobles dancing, drinking and having fun.
"Congratulations your Majesties" Draco approached greeting them with a bow
"Duke Draco...I didn't think you'd show up" Carol says in a calm, yet strict tone, almost like he didn't want him to come...
'Draco is a duke?!' Abigail screamed in her mind.
Abigail knew she had heard his name before, but her thoughts didn't extend this far. Even with his dressing code, it was obvious he looked way more pronounced than a dance teacher
"Queen Abigail..." Draco walked forward as he kisses her hand lightly
"I enjoyed our dance session yesterday..." Draco verbalized
"Thank you for your dedication your Majesty. Though I-" Abigail speaks politely
"Didn't know I was a Duke? I guess my disguise was a little out of the ordinary." Draco chuckled.
"However, I was hoping to steal the Queen for a dance. If that's okay with you" Draco brought out his hands proposing for a dance.
"Ofcourse" She replies taking his hand as he pulled her on the floor with the other nobles.
As a new song was played, Draco took her hand and held her by the waist.
"I'm surprised you've gotten quite used to the steps. You've improved" Draco uttered
"Learned from the best" she says
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After dawn finally set and all the guest has taken their leave,
Abigail was taken to another chamber for her honeymoon with King Carol. In the royale bathing room, she took a warm relaxing bathe showered with a strong scent of rose Mary water from head to toe. Her hair was also combed smoothly as she put on a beautiful night gown matching her mood. Quite numb...
"Are you ready your Majesty?" Cara voiced making her hair.
"Ready to call this a night. Of course" Abigail answered but she knew that wasn't what Cara meant.
"Your Majesty. I know you and your kings have your- odds"
"But since it's your honeymoon, It is only necessary for the both of you to um-" She stammers in a nervous tone but it was obvious where the conversation was leading to.
"copulate the honeymoon-" Cara says as Abigail turned to her with wide eyes
"Are you saying we should- have sex"