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Ivory pov
I am a princess and today I'm getting married. I am a princess, but only by title not privilege.
Princesses like me are supposed to get married at 14 years old to secure partnership between kingdoms through marriage.
I was supposed to get married at 14 to a 20 year old mama's boy prince with a crocked nose and red hair.
But accidentally, with a plan that can come to mind only to a 14 year old girl I ruined that marriage and saved myself from any other stupid prince, until now.
Well in fact, he's not a prince. They say he is a king, a ruthless one. I'd say a stupid once since he accepted on getting married to a dumb princess like me.
In all over the kingdoms I'm known as the dumb princess, who fainted during the ceremony of her first failed wedding and woke up having lost her mind.
Since then, no other prince wanted to marry me.
And I got to live the way I wanted.
In this world females are not allowed to learn how to write and read, but me being a dumb one they didn't bother to get me out of the room where my brother was being taught how to write and read.
I almost got caught by my brother when he found all the notes and writings in my room, but luckily my best friend and the girl who is assigned to take care of me took the blame for me.
Instead of telling our father, my brother threatened her on doing his homework, not knowing I was the one doing it. That's how me and the only person who knows my secret learned how to write and read.
But that didn't save me from getting married to a king who didn't even come to see me. Instead he sent his sister in law and brother with servants to take me to him.
My best friend is sitting beside me on the carriage pretending to be my personal maid.
We exchange looks while the woman who is the king's sister in law speaks how fearful and ruthless the king is.
I don't dare asking why he accepted this marriage, because I'm supposed to be a dumb young girl who doesn't understand what is happening. My best friend doesn't dare to ask because in their eyes she is just a maid.
I'm acting like I'm playing with the hem of my dress, I may as well throw a tantrum just to make her shut up and scare her away from the carriage.
1,2,3.... When I reach to ten, If she doesn't shut up I'll cause a scene to make her leave the carriage and join her husband.
10..My best friend shakes her head in horror with her eyes widened in fear when we lock eyes. She knows me too well, I've done it before when I wanted to be away from people.
I cover my ears with my hands and I let out a sharp scream. The carriage stops, and her husband with others open the door of the carriage with swords in their hands.
"She is crazy, get me out of this carriage." Her annoying voice is heard as I let out another scream in front of her husband who takes his wife out and closes the door.
We wait a bit until the carriage starts moving again.
My best friend rolls her eyes as she extends me the water I needed after those screams.
"What will you do if he touches you?" She asks once I gulp down my throat the water.
"He will not. I'll scream and do everything to scare him away."
"They say he is ruthless, what if he doesn't care?"
"Then I'll make myself disgusting for him not to touch me. I'll think of something." I lean back, tired of the act I put all the way to his castle.
.....................
The carriage comes to a stop, the horses are forced to stop. My friend moves the curtains away and takes a sharp breath.
"We're here." She says in a panicked voice.
"Is there anyone waiting for us outside?" I am nervous. I don't know if I can play this game anymore. Back at home it was easy, but here facing the unknown in front of a ruthless king no one dares to look in the eye, I am not so sure anymore.
A servant opens the door and extends his hand for me to take it.
"Be careful, she may bite your hand." The king's sister in law throws a comment while walking ahead clinging to her husband's arm.
Should a dumb one take the hand that is extended? I turn my head towards my friend, another hand is extended by her side. She gives her hand like a lady, while I poke with my forefinger the hand that is extended.
"Excuse me, I can help my lady. Thank you." She guides me by my arm.
I see with the corner of my eye the pity in the man's eye.
"Such a pity, such a young lady." Another woman comments.
"Ready?" My friend whispers.
"Do I have a choice?" I speak through my teeth.
