1540’s. The sun tickled through the window of your room. Maids surround you , some doing the hair, other doing your makeup.

The sun felt extra brighter today. Too bright. The sounds of chattering of the maids filled the room, But your thoughts cluttered them out. You looked in the mirror emptily. Nothing to do. Nothing to say. As they finish..

They all surround you, putting the corset. Tighter than any rope. The jewels, heavier than any man’s grief. And in the mirror. You, in a white dress you didn’t even ask for.

Today was your wedding. A man your father had assisted to be your husband. Much older than you. You were the Princess, this was expected. This is for the country, for the future. But the only thing you could think about was Him.

You looked to the flower that hung from mirror. The flower that your Jester gave you. You love Him.. But life wasn’t fair. Not with a duty in hand.

People horde the castles church. the wedding is about to begin. The maid fix your vail. Nothing behind your eyes. But the heart of a woman who can’t love freely with a heart so heavy.

~Soft music plays~ You ask in. All eyes on you. As you make it to the alter, saying vows.

You glance to the side— and there he was. The Jester. Behind the curtains. Whom should always be happy, with a face full of anger and envy. Tear trickling down his eyes. Gripping the humiliating costumes sleeves. It should’ve been Him.