Chapter 2
Sarah McCloud looked at her father, listening to his words. She really hoped that she was only imagining them.
“Now you will marry him, he’s the king’s son.” Her father’s voice was saying.
She couldn’t be any madder right now, but she knew that she didn’t have a say in this. It was her life, not his; she wanted to yell out at him. Instead she just shook her head agreeing with every word out of his mouth. She had been raised to always obey her father. Once she was married they had told her to always listen to her husband too.
Sarah didn’t know if that would happen or not, it would be her only revenge on her father. He knew that she wanted to marry anyone but the king’s son, any king’s son for that fact. She hated this status thing that her father always seemed to have.
Why couldn’t he just be happy with their regular life? She wanted to just live in nature and enjoy things. Sarah didn’t want to have to always be perfect, to have all these girl’s look at you with a smile to your face. But when you turned your back, they would have hatred in their eyes. She had watched it in the women around her for years now.
When she had turned 18 her father had told her that she was now marrying age. He felt that she shouldn’t marry too young though. So when he had been approached by a few other father’s, he had always refused to allow them to marry.
Not that Sarah had known any of them anyway. It had always been a decision that was kept between the fathers’s. Honestly, she didn’t even know if the boy’s had a say in the process or not.
As the night had gone on, Sarah had begun to despair the whole event. She had cried herself to sleep that night, wishing that she could just disappear before morning. But there was no way out of this event. How would she be able to survive in nature? She had never been allowed to do much as a kid. While other kids had been out exploring, her father had kept her locked away inside.
Sarah had to hold up appearances. When in reality they didn’t really have that much money, they did like to make it seem like it though. Since her mother didn’t want to spend a ton of money on a lot of dresses for Sarah, they had kept her inside.
In all reality she had grown up with about 3 different dresses in her wardrobe at any one time. She had honestly been shocked when her parents had brought home the new wedding gown for her to wear.
Then she thought about it more. “It was probably paid for by him.” It was a bitter thought. Though she didn’t know if the king’s son had a choice or not, she was mad that it was her forced into it.
As she was being taken to the wedding her nerves had done the best to frazzle her thoughts. She couldn’t remember the ceremony at all, and was shocked when the man sitting beside her had spoken.
But when he had said he was sorry she couldn’t marry the king’s son, she had been thrilled. Her father thought he was the son of the king, but now she knew the truth! She had let him know just how she had felt about the thought of marrying any king’s son.
Then she had saw a look cross his face, one of respect maybe, and something else. But what she really noticed at that point was what he really looked like. Since before that moment, she had wanted to make Colin’s life a living hell, since he was the king’s son.
She noticed he had darker blonde hair, and some nice blue eyes. He was taller than her, and well, he was very nice looking. Sarah felt the first glimmer of pleasure surge through her body at noticing how much she liked how her new husband looked.
He had apologized for something he thought he said.
“No it’s just me really. I just thought, well.” She said again. She felt the heat of her embarrassment warm up her body. As her mind quickly flashed another imagine of what it thought he might look like without any clothes on.
Sarah had to admit it was something that made her feel warm as well. She squirmed a bit unsure of what to do. She had never felt this way around another man. She wasn’t young, but her father had kept her away from all boys up until now. She felt so inexperienced in anything right now.
“I’m sorry, but my father didn’t let me go out much.” Sarah said to him, whispering in his ear once more.
Her lips were so close to his neck, she wanted to just lay her head right there on his shoulder. To keep her head close to his skin. He was such a big man compared to her; she would easily fit into his arms perfectly.
She pulled her head away slowly. He looked over at her.
“We can go out if you want, but first I would rather spend some alone time with you.” Colin said to her not mincing his words.
Her body thrummed with an anticipation, she had no clue about. Sarah had never had sex in her 23 years of life. She had never had a chance, but still her body seemed to know exactly what to expect.
She looked down at the floor, not sure what to say. “By the way don’t tell my dad you aren’t the king’s son, he thinks you are.” Sarah finally whispered to him.
It had the perfect effect on him, taking that look out of his eyes. The one that made her think these bad thoughts. Instead he now had one of shock and surprise. So he had no clue about how he was being sold to her father as that was interesting to know. She thought and smiled.
Sarah liked knowing something her father didn’t know. “In fact can we please never tell him?” She asked looking at Colin with a serious look.
He nodded his head in agreement, unsure of why it was so important to her. “Sure if you want it that way.”
“I’ll tell you later, when we aren’t around all these people.” She said.
Colin shook his head once more.
She looked at him again; he seemed like a man she could love. He seemed like he was different. She wasn’t sure why the king had called him his son, but she wanted to know more about him. Sarah wanted to ask so many questions of him, but it had to wait.
But she also knew that when they were all alone, there would be much more she would want to feel. Sarah knew about sex, sure, but she had no clue what it was like. Her nerves were taunt as she thought about this part of their alone time.
Then she pictured him naked again, and what she could image would be the loveliest thing in the world. It had to be for her father to keep her behind closed doors for so long, and use her as a pawn to move up in their society.
It wasn’t only her father she knew that, her mother had been the same way. While Sarah barely had any nice clothes, her mother’s closet had been stuffed full. But Sarah wasn’t allowed to touch those clothes. She had even gotten yelled at once when her mother had found her in the closet.
“Sarah get your hands off of my dresses now.” Her mother had screamed at her.
Sarah had been in the room, admiring the pretty colors and fabrics that were so soft. She had never felt anything this soft on her skin. Oh how she wished she could have just one like this.
“Mother they are so pretty, can’t I please have one?” Sarah had asked her.
“That’s my favorite dress.” Her mother had stated.
“Well, which one is? You have so many can’t you spare one other?” Sarah had pleaded.
“No, they are mine, all of them. Be happy with your own.” Her mother had said.
“But these are so soft.” Sarah has said, tears beginning to fall from her eyes.
Her mother had smacked her hands off of the dresses. “Don’t ever touch them again.”
She had listened, but only some. There were times she would still sneak into her mother’s room and touch the dresses. She had only become more careful about it. A few times one of the maid’s had caught her in the room. They had felt sorry for her and allowed her a little time to enjoy the soft materials.
But they would all have to send her away sooner than later. They couldn’t get caught allowing this to happen, if they did, they would be fired. She would stop this habit of hers eventually though. She had realized that she would never have one, so why even dream about it. Then she began to see the dresses as a sign of a status that she was beginning to hate more and more.
It was one of the main reasons she had been so mad when her father had ordered her to marry who he thought was the king’s son. Sarah was happy that he wasn’t the king’s son; it had been the best news in her life.
Her life suddenly seemed that it had improved. Not only would she not have to be locked up with her parents. But she would no longer have to hear them talking at night. It had been disgusting to her by the time she was 16 to hear them. Sarah would often been caught not listening at the times they would question her on things.
“Why are you asking the girl these questions?” Her father had asked her mother one night.
“Because I want her to be ready to marry soon, I want her out of here.” Her mother had said to him.
Sarah sat and watched the event that night silently. She had always had a feeling that her mother didn’t love her much. But that night she had learned that her mother didn’t love her at all. Not even enough to care about the man she would marry.
“I’m not marrying her for a while. She will be the pick of the town.” Her father had announced.
She had a feeling mixed of happiness and depression at that moment. The happiness was that she thought her father actually cared about her. The depression was the fact of knowing she would stay here in this house for longer now.
Her mother had been very mad at her father that night. She had said many things that Sarah didn’t want to recall. They had hurt her too much at that time, so why relive them?
But now she had the upper hand in all of this. Her father had got the marriage he wanted for their status, and her mother had gotten rid of her. She had been waiting for this time for so long, she almost missed the thought of not going home with them.
However, when she thought of her life, she knew she didn’t miss it, and never would.