Her hand grasps tightly on mine and I hear the trumpets music echo all throughout the town.

I had to hold on tighter, I thought, and so I gripped her hand so hard that it would most likely leave a burn for later.

‘Ivy....’ She says calmly towards me, and I loosen my grip.

‘I am to be married.’ I speak, while Ivy tears form from my eyes and freeze when they reach my cheek.

‘Oh....’ I hear her whisper.

I thought we had more time, but I was wrong. When the prince comes, he will viciously rip we away from these arms and take me to the palace where I will be made his bride.

Yet little does he know it is his sister, the princess, that owned my heart I think silently as I look back into Anastatia’s eyes .........