I knew what it was like to love once.
I remember the sparks, the passion the romance. The stupid fights and the cuddling. What I wouldn't give to be young again.
Sadly, I am not betrothed to the love of my life.
A suitor, a hand picked gentleman whom I know nothing about.
They say he's the only one worthy of my hand.
But what about my say? Should I not be included in the matter. Marrying this man means he will be by my side for the rest of my life.
He has good looks and charm, but nothing else.
Arrogant, cold, cunning, he looks down upon those without noble blood. He says he loves me, insisting we spend more time together.
But I avoid him like the plague.
He believes he can woo me, make me fall in love with him. What he doesn't know is that I care not for his words.
I know his heart.
His eyes don't gleam when they see me. He sees himself as the next king, not my husband.
I wish I could tell him no, that I love another.
Unfortunately, that's not a choice a queen has.
She must bite her tongue
and do what is best for her people.
So, I will be engaged to a man I do not love.
I doubt I will ever love him.
My heart will always be uneasy
Wondering what would have happened if I chose love over my duties.