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My Not So Happy Ever After - Chapter 3
The next two weeks were a whirlwind of activity. When wasn't taking
romantic walks with Philip, I spent most of my days with my bridesmaids
and my mother looking at dresses that had been presented to me by the
local seamstresses. Luckily, the wedding ceremony was going to take place
at the palace and the King and Queen were making all of the arrangements
there. All I had to decide was what my bridesmaids and I would be
wearing.
My bridesmaids were going to be Kayleigh (maid of honour and still grumpy
about it not being fair), Caroline, Emily, Phoebe and Stephanie. People
were confused about my asking Stephanie, apparently in this world, we
weren't that close. However, I was wanting to get close to her to see if
she had any memory of being Steve. On top of that, she was courting
Richard who would be Philip's best man and the Nicole side of me thought
it would be cute that they would both be involved in the wedding.
She either had no memory or she was or she was an incredible actress. I
had 'accidentally' called her Steve once and she didn't even flinch, nor
did she show any discomfort when I would ask her to model the more
feminine of the gowns presented to us. Looks like I was still on my own
in this.
Two weeks before the wedding, Kayleigh was modelling one of the potential
bridesmaid gowns. It did look good on her. A pale lilac that had a small
train. The sleeves draped the floor and were lined with pink silk. The
tops of the sleeves puffed up slightly around the shoulders. I think we
had found a winner, even if she did still have a face like thunder.
"Oh honey, you look gorgeous," fussed my mother. "At the wedding you'll
be second only to your sister."
Even I knew that was not a good thing to say to her.
"What do you mean 'At the wedding' Mother?" she asked with disdain in her
voice.. "I will always be second to her, just because she had the luck to
be born first. I've had enough of this, I no longer wish to be a part of
this.," She said as she turned on her heel and stormed out.
"KAYLEIGH," my mother screeched after.
"Ignore her Mother," I insisted. "Anyone of these ladies deserves to be
my maid of honour over that envious little cow."
"I HEARD THAT," Kayleigh shrieked down the halls.
Kayleigh had gotten changed into a much less formal dress. It was tea
length, sleeveless, pale blue and had a white apron tied around her waist
in a big bow at the back. She had her long, mousey brown hair tied back
in a bow. It was probably the least feminine outfit she owned and wore it
at times when she might need to be quick on her feet. These days that was
to sneak past the royal guard that were protecting her family to get out
of the castle and into the orchards.
"I am sick to death of hearing about this damn wedding," she muttered to
herself. Her sister had called her envious. And she was right. All she
had ever heard was what a good girl Nicole was and how much the common
folk thought of her. Now she was going to be a princess and live a life
of luxury, of course she was envious.
"Penny for your thoughts?" a voice she didn't recognise spoke. She looked
up to see a very beautiful blonde girl, even more beautiful than her
sister, wearing a lovely burgundy gown. Her long blonde hair spiralled
down well past her waist.
"Who are you?" Kayleigh asked the girl.
"It doesn't matter who I am," the girl replied enigmatically. "What
matters is who you are."
"And who am I?"
"You are the sister of the future Queen are you not?" the girl asked.
"The sister, who has far better qualities to be Queen." Kayleigh's ears
perked up at this.
"What makes you say that?"
"Your sister, a fine girl indeed she may be.," The girl went on.
"However, she does not see herself as being above the common folk. Yes,
she would be loved by the people, but would she be able to rule them? The
answer to that is no. She would not have the back bone to punish those
who deserved punishing and for that, the common folk would walk all over
her."
"Well whatever you think," Kayleigh responded. "It doesn't matter. The
Prince has chosen her. There is nothing either of us can do about it
now."
"I wouldn't say that," the blonde girl said, producing an apple.
"What is an apple going to do?" asked Kayleigh suspiciously.
"This is a very special apple," the girl said. "The person who eats it
will be, shall we say, incapacitated for a little over two weeks. She
will not be harmed but she will be in no position to say, marry a
Prince."
"You want me to give that to Nicole?" asked Kayleigh, shocked. "But all
that would do is cause them to postpone the wedding."
"Not quite. There is a little known law, stating that the Prince must
marry before his seventeenth birthday. His birthday is the day after the
wedding. If his bride to be is unable to perform in the wedding ceremony,
he would need to marry somebody else or lose his right to the throne. Now
I believe the most logical replacement would be the bride's sister, don't
you?"
"You mean?"
"Yes, give this apple to Nicole and you will marry the Prince, you will
grow up to be Queen. And your sister will come to no harm."
"But why would you do this?" Kayleigh asked.
"There are many like me who believe that while your sister isn't royal
material, you are. Believe me, this is for the greater good of the
Kingdom. Take the apple and do your duty," the blonde girl said,
convincingly.
"Okay. I'll do it."
As Kayleigh ran back to the castle, apple in hand. Jessica smirked to
herself. Her mother had foreseen that the Prince would never marry anyone
other than Nicole. That meant he would give up his right to the throne.
Given the amount of sway that her mother held with most of the Lords and
Ladies of the land, Jessica knew that she would be voted to be next in
line. She would become the next Princess.
"Nicole?" I heard my sister say.
"What?" I responded without even looking up.
"I want to apologise," she said. "I have been terribly envious of you all
of my life. You are the elder, the more beautiful, the more kind of heart
and now you are going to be a princess. I am so sorry that I have been so
horrible to you these past weeks. I think you will be a marvellous Queen.
Can you ever forgive me?" Her apology sounded so heartfelt. How could I
not? I opened my arms to her.
"How could I stay mad at my dear Kayleigh?" I responded as I pulled her
into a hug.
"I've got you a present," she said as we parted, pulling out an apple.
"How did you get one looking so ripe?" I asked. "They aren't even in
season."
"I found it when I sneaked out into the orchard, it was the most
delicious looking one I could find and I know how you love apples," she
replied.
"That is so sweet, thank you Kayleigh," I said as I took a bite.
And everything went dark.
"I think she's waking up," I heard Mother say.
"Nicole? Are you back with us?" That was Philip.
I felt terrible. I had an awful headache, my skin felt itchy and sweaty
and my tongue felt so swollen, I couldn't breathe through my mouth. I
opened my eyes.
I was laid in my bed, in my room were my Mother and Father, Philip, the
King and Queen, and Kayleigh. She looked incredibly guilty. Had she done
this to me?
I looked at myself. Most of my body was covered with the bed sheets but I
could see my hands and arms. They looked awful. They were swollen, the
skin was grey and covered in red sores. What was happening to me?
"Mgghnnmlrrrr," I tried to talk but my tongue was to swollen.
"Don't try to talk honey," Mother said. "You're very ill."
"I've had my personal doctor look at you," the King spoke up. "He says
you've caught a form of plague."
Plague? I had the plague? Was I going to die? The King must have seen my
alarm.
"Do not worry," he said calmly. "He has said that the symptoms have not
gotten any worse in the past couple of days. That is a sign that you are
over the worst of it. I've had my wizard create a potion so that we can
be in here with you without catching it, we just can't make physical
contact with you. Unfortunately, there is nothing he can do about the
illness itself, you just have to get over it naturally. We are all
hopeful that you will be better for the wedding."
The wedding. It had to go ahead. Living in the castle would be the only
way I would ever have any contact with the King's wizard. He was my only
chance of changing things back!
But at least I was on the mend. Thankfully this meant that Kayleigh
couldn't have done this to me. But then why did she look so guilty?
"I shall see you tomorrow my love," Philip said to me with love in his
eyes. If he could still be attracted to me looking like this then it must
be love. "Until then, we shall let you get some sleep."
The next few days passed with no improvement to my condition. Every day
my loved ones looked more and more concerned until the elephant in the
room had to be addressed, the day before I was due to be wed.
I awoke to voices. I kept my eyes closed so they didn't know I was
listening.
"What if she's not well by tomorrow?" asked the Queen.
"She will be. I know it," replied Philip, with determination in his
voice.
"But we need to have a back up plan.," said the King. "If you don't wed
tomorrow, you will lose your right to the throne."
My god. If I'm not well by tomorrow he will either have to wed somebody
else or he will no longer be Prince. Either way, I will not be Princess
and I won't have access to the wizard. I'll be stuck here. And if I'm to
be stuck here, I would much rather Philip marry somebody else and retain
the throne before risk giving it to Jessica and her mother. If only I
could tell him this somehow.
"Kayleigh," the Queen said. "Would you be happy to take your sister's
place tomorrow, as a last resort?"
"My Queen," Kayleigh replied. "I would do my duty for the good of the
Kingdom.," She sounded like she had been practising that line for some
time. Did she have something to do with this?
"I cannot and will not marry somebody else while my love is alive," was
Philip's response to this. It was at this point I opened my eyes to let
them know I was awake.
"Nicole!" exclaimed my mother. "Have you been listening?"
I nodded my head.
"You understand why we're asking Philip do to this don't you?" asked the
Queen.
I nodded again. Philip crouched by my bed.
"I can't do it Nicole," he said, tears in his eyes. "I can't marry
anybody else, my heart is with you!"
I responded by looking at him, then looking at Kayleigh and nodding my
head. At least if my sister marries him, I might still get to see the
wizard AND it would stop Jessica from getting what she wanted.
I looked him in the eyes, tears streaming down my face and mouthed.
"Please."
"I shall think about it," he said, sounding defeated.
That night was the longest night of my life. I did not sleep at all,
constantly checking myself to see if there was any change. There was
none. It seemed almost a foregone conclusion that I would not be able to
wed Philip tomorrow, now I was worried if I would ever get better. I
hadn't eaten anything solid in almost two weeks, only water being dripped
into my mouth. How much longer could I last like this?
Morning came and with it, my usual visitors.
"I'm sorry Philip," the Queen said. "It's just not going to be possible
for you to wed Nicole. You need to marry Kayleigh"
"No," was Philip's only response.
"But son..." the King started.
"I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU ARE GOING TO SAY!" Philip yelled. "I LOVE NICOLE.
I WILL MARRY NICOLE. I COULDN'T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT THE THRONE."
"But Philip," the Queen pleaded. "If you don't get the throne, Lady
Jessica will. Her mother treats the common folk badly enough as it is, if
Jessica gets the throne, Lady Margaret will be a danger to the whole
Kingdom. There are strong rumours that she is a witch and I wouldn't put
it past her. I wouldn't be surprised if she had something to do with what
is happening to Nicole."
"But Mother," Philip responded. "You were the one who always told me I
should marry for love, that I should forget about the politics and marry
for the right reasons."
"I know son, I know. But this is bigger than you now. It's bigger than
Nicole, in fact, it's bigger than everyone in this room. Whatever you
decide today will change the fate of the Kingdom, forever."
Philip looked defeated. Tears streaming he turned to me.
"I'm sorry Nicole, but I have to do this." I nodded in understanding.
"No, no you don't." That was Kayleigh. "I can't do this."
Everyone looked at her in shock.
"Nicole doesn't have the plague," she admitted, looking thoroughly
defeated. "It's a curse. A curse that I passed onto her by an apple I was
given."
"Who gave you this apple?" asked the Queen.
"I don't know her. She was beautiful, with long blonde hair and very well
dressed. I was angry with Nicole and she convinced me that she would be a
poor choice for Queen, that many of the Lords and Ladies had spoke of how
I would be better for it. She had me believe that I was doing it for the
good of the Kingdom. But I can't do this. I wouldn't be able to live with
the guilt."
"Lady Jessica," said the Queen. "I think this would also confirm her
mother's ability in witchcraft."
"But how does this help us now?" asked the King.
"True love's kiss," said Kayleigh. Everyone looked at her in confusion.
"Don't you remember the stories of old?" she asked. "True love's kiss can
break any curse!"
"But those are just stories," said my mother.
"I don't care," said Philip. "I'm going to do it."
"But what if she's wrong," said the Queen. "If it is the plague, you will
contract it when you touch her. Then you won't be able to marry anybody."
"It's worth the risk," he said as he strode over to my bed side and
gently took my sore ridden hands. He looked me in the eyes as he pressed
his lips against mine.
Immediately, I felt a warmth spread from within, radiating outwards. My
tongue started to shrink in size, my body had stopped itching and I was
no longer sweating from a fever.
"It's working!" remarked my mother.
I wrapped my arms around Philip and pulled him in for a deeper kiss.
Within seconds I felt completely healed, in fact, I had never felt
better.
"Calm down you two!" stated the King. "There'll be enough time for that
later, we have a wedding to arrange and not much time to do it."
"But it's supposed to be happening in two hours!" my father stated. "We
have no dresses, no bridesmaid's and I have no clue what needs to be done
at the palace."
"I don't care," I said. "I could get married in a ditch and I would be
happy.," And I meant it, I was marrying the man I loved. True love's kiss
had just proven that.
"There will be no need for ditches," said a lady's voice that didn't
belong to anyone who had been in the room.
I looked up and saw a tiny, winged figure hovering in mid air in a
beautiful sparkling green dress and red hair tied up, with tiny flowers
woven into it. She looked vaguely familiar.
"I am your fairy godmother my dear," she said to me answering the
unanswered question as she floated gently down towards the bed. "And I am
here to make sure that you have the day of your dreams. I would have been
here earlier but unfortunately, fairies are unable to interfere with
curses.
That was when I recognised her. Her name was Shauna. Shauna Marie. She
used to babysit Kayleigh and I in the real world when we were children.
So in this world she was my fairy godmother.
"You three need not be here," she said to Philip, the King and Queen.
They disappeared in a cloud of sparkles as she waved a tiny wand.
"It appears that we are four bridesmaid's short," she said and in a
similar cloud that the royals had disappeared, appeared Caroline, Emily,
Phoebe and Stephanie. All looking very confused.
"And now to get you all dressed for the occasion!" Another wave of the
wand and all five bridesmaids were dressed in the gown that Kayleigh had
been modelling on that fateful day, my father was looking especially
dashing and my mother was looking exceptionally elegant.
"And now my dear, it's your turn."
Almost instantly I was on my feet, in the biggest gown I was yet to wear.
Huge puffy sleeves rested on my shoulders that narrowed down to tight
lace on my forearms. The skirt was enormous, at least eight feet wide
with a cathedral train trailing behind me. I was going to need all five
bridesmaids to help me with this.
My hair was gathered up in a curly mass on the back of my head with a
thick white ribbon tied around it, holding it in place, finishing in a
big white bow. A royal tiara rested on my head and a long veil partially
interfered with my vision.
"Your carriages await downstairs," Shauna said to me and like that,
disappeared as quickly as she had appeared.
Shortly after I was in a royal carriage with my father, my mother and
bridesmaids in another ahead of us, on our way to the palace. The common
folk were cheering as we went passed. I was on my to get married.
I would soon be a Princess.
Elsewhere:
"SO WHAT WENT WRONG THIS TIME MOTHER?" Jessica yelled.
"I've warned you child, do not take that tone with me," Margaret replied.
"Obviously, I did not expect that little wench to grow a sense of
decency. No matter, since they already have their suspicions about me,
it's about time I showed them my true power."
"You mean?"
"Yes, if we can't take the throne stealthily, we shall have to take it by
force!"
To be continued...
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