"Please welcome, Alexandra Van Pousie Houlston and Ceasare Malachi Houlston!" The doors swung open as me and Ceasare walked out, arms interlinked. The shine of the chandelier and its lights hit my face, making me squint. People clapped and cheered, all eyes studying my dress, my accessories. Figuring out where to place me on the respect scale.
"Isn't this welcoming, Lady Alexandra?" I nodded. Ceasare looked handsome tonight in his white outfit, the blue on his chest and sashel gleamed, his medals shined. He himself, was also a star. "A Houlston, you've become."
I smiled. Everything tonight was going perfect. All eyes on me, everyone taking in how I looked, how I walked. How I lived.
"It's all thanks to you, my mage." Ceasare smiled. We walked down the stairs together. His grip strong on my arm.
Ceasare is an extremely powerful man. He is a strong mage, part knight, he is not lacking in any aspect. Smart, handsome, powerful, and a background to support.
I'm glad it has turned out the way it did, without Ceasare's influence this wouldn't be happening currently, the ball, the people, the presence.
My promotion from commoner to princess was quite the uproar, it simply never happened, but due to Ceasare devoting himself to me so publicly, the duke and duchess had no choice. I was brought up and named Houlston, as if we are already married.
I was excited, exhilarated, ready. My plan was set, it was a matter of time before she would be in the ground. Twisting my hair around my finger. I hummed a melody. One that only belonged to me.