[Fiction] Arranged Marriage in Faye Kingdom

[MysticalMadness]

This is my first story, and this is only the first part. I attempted to set up the rest of the story. Let me know what you think.

Azalea-16 years old, fairy princess. Loves Cilian

Cilian-18, Royal Lifestyle Instructor. Loves Azalea

King Gaia-Azalea's Intended husband...she meets him in three days time.



Azalea opened her eyes to a bright blue sky and sunlight. Her window was open, and a soft summer breeze entered her room. She smiled, and her emerald green eyes sparkled. She sat up at the edge of her bed, and fluttered her iridescent pink wings. Being a princess, her wings were slightly larger and more elegant than those of her subjects. They were another way that travelers to her kingdom could distinguish her when she fluttered through the town square. Her elegant, long white dress flowed and sparkled like freshly fallen snow.

Azalea fluttered over to her bureau, where she washed her face with the scented lilac water. When her face was clean, she applied strawberry juice to her lips, powdered pink rose petals to her cheeks, and just a little bit of powdered bark to her eyes as eyeliner. Her waist-length chestnut hair, curly from sleeping on it, was straightened and placed in a loose chignon at the back of her head.

A soft knock from the other side of her door told her that Cilian, her royalty lifestyle instructor, was ready to escort her to breakfast.

“Come in.” Ever so quiet and polite, Azalea turned to face the door, her back straight.

“Your Highness, breakfast will be served momentarily in the dining hall.” His green wings sparkled in the light that came from her window.

“Cilian, when it’s just the two of us, please, call me Azalea.” Her face softened at seeing him. She had romantic feelings for him, but her father didn’t know. If he did, he would send Cilian away. She stood and walked to him.

“Your highness, I can’t. Your father has forbidden it.” Cilian looked down and wouldn’t meet her eyes. Immediately, Azalea knew something was wrong.

“Cilian, what is it? Has something happened?” Her brow furrowed, and the laughter left her eyes that had momentarily been there. “Please, tell me. What is it?”

Cilian sighed. His voice became tense and strained. “I can’t tell you. Your father will tell you soon enough. Come, you mustn’t be late for breakfast.”

Slowly, the two walked down the hall. It was beautifully decorated, and Azalea had seen the décor hundreds of times. Today, she felt like it would be the last time. She couldn’t explain it, but she had this strange feeling in her stomach. She tried to take in all the paintings, the curtains, and the tables with flower petals on them. She was well aware of her heart fluttering in her chest the same way her wings did when she was happy. Without looking, she knew her wings were drooping from worry. And so were Cilian’s.

Dear Cilian, she thought. You are so unhappy. I hope the news isn’t terrible news.

All too soon, they reached the dining hall of the castle. The table was small and round. They had a banquet hall when balls were thrown, where the hundreds of guests were able to sit and eat comfortably.

“Good morning mother. Good morning father. What a lovely day it is.” She tried to feign a smile.

“Yes dear, it is. And it is truly a happy day as well.” Azalea’s parents were beaming, glowing in fact. “You are going to be married in a month’s time. You will go to live with your future husband and get to know him.”

A look of shock crossed her face. “Married? Mother, I’m hardly ready for marriage. Besides, I love-” She was cut off by her father. Kind, but intimidating due to his large size even for a fairy, he stood up and knocked his chair backward. “Azalea, you will marry King Gaia. He is recently widowed, and he will make a fine husband for you. And I don’t want another word from you!” He threatened as she opened her mouth to protest. “Now, eat your breakfast. You will leave Faye Kingdom in three days’ time for Gaia Kingdom.”

Azalea sat down and slowly ate her breakfast past the lump in her throat. Only three days, and she would never see Cilian again.

[Sally123]

Wow.. such a nice story!!! Really love your story.. I hope Cilian and Azalea get to see eachother! Oh how terrible it must be to have an arranged marriage.
Continue with the great work

Love from Sally xxxxoxoxoooo

[Siren]

Looks good, I like fantasy-type stories Just one thing; seems a little like you're jumping straight in, without much time for the reader to get to know the characters first.

[MysticalMadness]

Originally Posted by Dare...

Looks good, I like fantasy-type stories Just one thing; seems a little like you're jumping straight in, without much time for the reader to get to know the characters first.

Keep in mind, this IS only the first part....i intend to spend time on "the next three days"

[daremaster 1]

Really, really, great intro! I really thank this will be a great story so keep it up!

[MysticalMadness]

Here is Part Two, even though its much shorter. :/



After breakfast, Azalea went back to her chamber. She needed to get her textbooks that she had borrowed from the library last night. The few that were sitting on her desk had been tidied by the chamber maids. She gracefully put them in her arms, and held them to her chest. The tears threatened to spill from her eyes, but she held back. She made her way to the library, where she knew Cilian would be waiting to begin her lessons.

Upon seeing him, the lump in her throat became bigger, and it was impossible for her to hold back her tears. A few slowly slid down her cheeks “Cilian, what are we to do?” She laid the books on the table in the library, and smoothed the silken leaf covers. Her hands trembled, and she looked into his face.

He reached out and took her hand. “I think it’s best if you follow the wish of your parents. It is your duty, you know. Besides, they don’t even know that we love each other. How could they know?”

Azalea leaned into him, breathing in his musky, comforting scent. “I know. I just never thought this tragic day would come.” She slid her hands out of Cilian’s. “We should get to my lessons.” She pulled the chair from the desk and began to sit down.

“How would you feel if we took your lessons outside today?”
“That would be lovely, Cilian.”

Azalea picked up her materials and glided down the hall and out the doors to the courtyard. The gardeners tended the garden well, and the flowers were quite tall (for a fairy, that is). The roses, lilacs, and daisies fermented the air with sweet and glorious smells. The small walking stones laid on the ground and the gentle lamps up above made walking in the moonlight romantic, but it was daytime now. Azalea flew to the top of a daisy, which was the easiest flower to sit on in her opinion, and Cilian followed her.

“Very well, your highness. First, we will cover your lessons on magic, then nature. After that, we will do lessons on poise, manners, literature, and finally, history.”

“Yes, Cilian.” With the sun on her face and the smell of flowers around her, her lessons would be easily done in no time. After that, they would be able to discuss her marriage to King Gaia.

[Sally123]

Haha.. Yey....
Love this.. you are building up to a fantastic story
cant wait to read more.. love it

[MysticalMadness]

Finally. Part 3. Im sorry it took me so long. Lots going on. :P

Azealia was much calmer after completing her lessons. The sun was starting to fall, and the clouds were turning pink. An iridescent glow surrounded her, making her appear as though a halo surrounded her. She was sitting quietly with her brow furrowed, her fingers absentmindedly twirling a strand of hair around and around. Her feet dangled at the edge of the daisy, and her dress lazily ruffled in the light breeze. Her green eyes looked determined now, instead of sad and despaired.

“Cilian, there must be a way to avoid King Gaia.” She whispered, afraid that if she spoke louder, her impertinence would reach her father’s ears. If that were to happen, she would be sentenced to her room for the remainder of her days in Faye, with bodyguards posted outside her doors and windows.
Cilian placed a comforting hand on her shoulder and took one of hers in his other hand. “Your Highness, there is nothing to be done except what your father commands. We have known that this day was coming for a long time. It was only a matter of time.”

“I won’t give up, Cilian. I love you. Nothing will change that, and nothing will make me give you up. Maybe, if I try to speak to father again, he will understand.”

Azealia arose from the edge of the daisy, Cilian behind her, and made her way back to the palace. It was almost supper time, and perhaps her father would be more understanding this time of day. Perhaps she could even coax her father outside for an evening stroll, like they used to do when she was a little girl.

Azealia entered the dining hall for the second time that day (a servant had brought her and Cilian lunch), and found that her parents were quite chipper, probably because of the thought of her marrying a good suitor.
Azealia smiled, and greeted her parents the way she always did at dinner. She pecked them on the cheek before sitting down. “Hello mother, father. How was your day?”

“Quite excellent, dear. Thank you for asking. A lot was accomplished today in matters of the kingdom.” Her father spoke briefly before politely diving in to his dinner. Her mother answered in much the same manner.

“How was your day, Azealia?”

“My day was wonderful, Mother. I spent my time outdoors, doing my lessons with Cilian. It was such a beautiful day, and the flowers smelled delightful.”

Azealia politely spooned her dinner into her mouth. As usual, the palace cook had made an excellent dinner for her family.

The rest of dinner, as usual, was silence. When the plates were clear, Azealia took her chance. “Father, I was wondering if you and I could go on a night stroll, like we used to do when I was a little girl.”

Azealia could see her father beginning to say “no”, so she acted fast. “Please, father? For old times’ sake? I’ll really miss you when I leave here to marry. I want to have this memory of the two of us together.”

Something in her father’s face softened, and he agreed. They went together to the same garden in which Azealia had done her lessons. Now, the lamps were lit and the stars above were ethereal. Azealia was happy for some reason, happier than she’d ever been in a long time.

[fullofsecrets]

Wow great 3 parts. Please continue

[daremaster 1]

Yay! More story!

[kmacroxs]

Was wondering when you were going to post the next part. Also, Cilian's name is close to mine.

[Sally123]

Just got to read this today. Love it as always< 33 I hope you get time to post more, I really love this story.
I wonder what'll happen during the walk.. what will she say?

Love from Sally, your number1 fan: D

XxxxoxoxoooO

[MysticalMadness]

Woo! Next Part!!! (Let me know if you guys think its moving a bit too fast. I can try to slow it down. :P)


For a long while, Azealia and her father walked in silence. Azealia was acutely aware of all the sensations around her. The breeze, the stars, the glow of the lamps, and her own heart beating. Gently, she took his hand in hers, wanting to be close to him, wanting to feel his comforting touch around her. He hadn’t shown affection to Azealia for a long time. Not publicly, anyway. His hand slipped from hers, his way of saying he didn’t want to hold her hand. Azealia was the first to break the silence.

“Father,” she began softly, “it’s a beautiful night, isn’t it? I’ll miss everything when I-when I leave.” The lump was back in her throat, but she tried to control it.

“Indeed. The night is splendid, just as the day is. And so are you. I’m so proud of you, my daughter, for taking responsibility for your duties like the woman you are, the woman I hoped you would become.”

Azealia was shocked. Her father had never spoken such words to her before. He also had a lump in his throat. It was obvious when he spoke.

Suddenly, her father stopped on the path. He just turned and looked at Azealia as though he were seeing her for the first time. The realization that his only daughter would be leaving him forever to rule a kingdom of her own was too much for him.

“Azealia, I need to go back to my chamber. You may stay out and enjoy the evening, if you wish.”

Abruptly, he turned away from her, but Azealia was quick enough to grab his hand, pleading for him to listen to her.

“Father, just hear me out. I beg you. I can’t love King Gaia. I love someone else!” The last words spilled from her mouth before she could stop them.

Her father gently squeezed her hand. “I know. It’s one reason that I felt it necessary to arrange this marriage for you in the first place. You and Cilian cannot be together, as much as I want for you to be happy.” With that, he continued on his way to the castle, leaving Azealia stunned and immobile on the path.

[themasterman]

man her life sucks i mean her father knows what could be worst

[kmacroxs]

Originally Posted by themasterman

man her life sucks i mean her father knows what could be worst

Having to tell her father who she loved herself.