*Anne's Point Of View*
I woke up at the sound of the alarm. Today is the day, my wedding day. How great! Feel free to note my sarcasm.
In seconds, my room was flooded by the maids and my mother.
"Mother, can't I have some more minutes, I'm still sleepy," I rubbed my eyes and yawned.
"It's morning already," Mother said as she slowly opened the curtains.
The ray of sun reflected on me and I groaned. I never wanted morning to come. I wanted the night to repeat itself over and over again, just to avoid the wedding.
In seconds, I was dragged out of the bed and into the bathroom. I was stripped of my clothes and put into the bath tub. The thing with being a princess is that I don't do a thing.
I don't wash my clothes or pull my clothes or bath by myself.
The maids scrubbed my body quickly. Once they were done, I was wrapped with a towel.
I was baptised with lotion. I sat on my dressing stool and let the maid do their work. They all worked swiftly since mom doesn't like delay.
My arms were stretched forward and my elbow was resting on my thigh, at both side I had a maid painting my fingers. At the same time someone was applying makeup on my face and at the same time, my hair was being made. Like I said, my mom hates delay.
It took time but at last, everything was done. I was giving a chance to look in the mirror. Since I was sitting before my huge mirror, it was possible.
My hair was naturally curled but now it was straighted and make in the royal hairstyle. My fingers were sparkling sliver and for a change I liked it. My eyes were circled with eye pencil and a little sparkles were added to my eyes lashes and eye lid.
A bit blush was applied to my cheeks. My lips was coloured pinkish red. It felt like I had a mask on my face.
"You look beautiful," mother appaulded and I sighed.
"Now to get you dressed," she stated grinning.
Again, the maids helped me slip into my gown and I stood close to the mirror to examine myself.
"Now we are set," mom smiled. Yeah we are.
"Let's get moving," mom motioned and I followed suit.
Following her out of the door before we arrived at the hall.
Dad was standing there smiling at me and I inhaled deeply. Its gonna be alright Anne.
I walked side by side with dad towards Luke while my bridal train followed.
The priest said some things and Luke answered. Luke answer made me freeze but I know that he doesn't have a say in this.
I turned back to take one more glimpse of my mother. Luke was becoming tense and I was too but I didn't show it, mom shouldn't know.
"I can't, I won't," the hall was filled with gasps and shock.
"What do you mean?" Mom voice echoed and the hall was silent. Everyone knows better than to try my mom when she's angry.
"Mother I can't do this, I can't marry someone I don't love."
"I thought I told you not to think about it that way."
"I really don't care anymore mom. For once care about me and not your reputation, fame or money. I'm your daughter not your slave."
"You are my daughter and as long as you live in my roof you will do what I say,"
"Are you even hearing yourself? You never listen to me, never, never cared about my likes, you don't know anything about me. You know nothing and yet you call yourself my mother."
"Honey, I care about you so mu-"
"No you don't, you care about your subjects then me your daughter. Well, I'm just the worst daughter and you want to get rid of me easily. You love Beatrice so much, you give her everything she wants."
"No honey, I care about you. You are not the worst daughter, you are the best. I would never think of getting rid of you, you're next in line. That's why I am a bit hard on you, to prepare you."
"Prepare me? Prepare me? Even though you want to do that? Have you ever asked for my permission or view before you make a decision for me? It's my life mom, not yours."
"I know, I know but if you-"
"Don't! just don't! Mom I'm tired of you. If you really care about me you would let me marry the one I love, do the things I love. If I get married to Luke he won't treat me like a real wife, because we don't see ourselves like that. We see ourselves as friends."
"Anne there is--"
"Don't interrupt me again. You got married to dad because of your love but you don't want me to be with some one I love. Mom is that fair? If you were in my shoes how would you feel?" I sobbed and she sighed as she pulled me in for a hug.
"I'm sorry Talia. I know that I'm not the best mother. I thought that I was doing the best thing," she stated as I sobbed.
"You are now allowed to paint," I looked at her in shock. "You can date oliver and even get married," I almost screamed as I hugged her tightly.
"Thank you, thank you mother," I laughed.
I slipped out of her grasp and searched for Ollie. When I found him, I dragged him to the alter and Luke happily shifted away. He is as happy as I am.
I told the priest to say those stuffs he said before.
"Oliver...do you take Princess Anne to be your lawfully wedded wife?"
Oliver didn't waste any time to answer but he's reply rendered me shock, speechless, anger and sadness.
"I'm sorry I can't,"