Chapter 3 Kill her

Before Isadora knew it, it was time for the wedding. She had never felt so nervous in her life. Her hands were shaking, and her heart was beating so fast that she thought it might burst out of her chest. Isadora had felt like a doll, dressed in layers of silk and lace, her hair coiled into an elaborate updo and her maids escorted her to the aisle.

As she walked down the aisle, she felt everyone's eyes on her. She felt so exposed and vulnerable. But then she looked up and saw Devon waiting for her at the end of the aisle. He looked so handsome in his wedding attire, and his eyes were fixed on her.

The priest looked fearful, as if he was afraid of the King himself. He faced Devon first and said, "Do you take Isadora Garcia Hazel as your wedded wife?" "I do," Devon said. The priest then faced Isadora and said, "Do you take Devon Garcia Drake as your wedded husband?" Isadora took a deep breath before speaking. "I do."

"You may now kiss the bride," the priest said, but Isadora froze. She turned and looked at Devon with pleading eyes, but instead of kissing her, he just took her hand and kissed her knuckles. As she felt his warm lips on her knuckles, her heart couldn't help but race.

She thought she was in heaven. But she was brought back to reality when she heard the priest say, "I now pronounce you man and wife." They headed for the dance floor, and Devon's hands swiftly slipped onto her waist, motioning her to dance with him.

"I don't know how to dance," she said. His eyes widened. "What princess can't dance?" he replied. "My parents forbid me from doing anything," she said in a low voice. "It's okay, I can teach you," he said.

With the help of Devon, they both danced beautifully, and Isadora's heart kept on fluttering. She almost forgot she was here to escape. The ceremony was over, and the night finally came to an end.

They retired to their chambers. Isadora was nervous about what was to come,but now, as she stood in their bedchamber, watching as Devon shrugged off his cloak and began to pace the room, she felt more exposed than ever before. "Are you scared?" he asked, his voice low and teasing.

Isadora felt her cheeks flush as she shook her head. "N-no, Your Grace," she stammered. "I am simply...nervous. I have never been with a man before." Devon laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that sent shivers down Isadora's spine.

"Don't worry, Princess," he said. "I'll go easy on you." Isadora's eyes widened as she realized what he was implying. "Your Grace, please," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I am not ready for that." Devon raised an eyebrow.

"Oh?" he said. "And why is that?" Isadora hesitated, unsure of how to put her feelings into words."I do not wish to consummate our marriage until I am sure that there is some semblance of affection between us." Devon chuckled.

"Is that all?" he said. "Don't worry, Princess. I have no intention of falling in love with you unless ...humm never mind. Isadora felt a pang of sadness at his words, even though she knew that she should not have expected anything different.

She had always known that her marriage would be one of convenience, not love. But somehow, hearing it said so plainly made it all the more real. "I understand," she said quietly.

"But do not think that I am completely uninterested in you. I am willing to try to make this work, if you are." Devon stopped pacing and turned to face her, his eyes searching hers.

He leaned closer and Isadora thought he was going to kiss her but all he did was stare into her eyes he immediately redrew and thought.

"She does not have the blue bead but I was sure she was the one ,how could I have been mistaken ? Impossible,what should I do now? Divorce her? No he couldn't do that ,kill her? Nah ,throw her away and say it was a mistake,nah".

He was extremely angry with himself "arghh am so stupid" he said out loud,he felt guilty,and hated him self but thought of a perfect solution in his head "When I find her I will throw this woman away kill her and marry my love "Devon thought and a smirk appeared on his face ,as-if it would be thateasy to do.

"Why?" he asked the princess who was already scared by how crazy he acted yet he couldn't care less"Why would you do that? Why would you willingly marry a man you barely know?" Isadora hesitated, unsure of how to answer.

"Because I must," she said. "It is my duty as a princess, to do what is best for my kingdom." Devon shook his head.and said "You have no idea what you are getting into."

He walked towards her then, his steps slow and deliberate. Isadora felt her heart race as he approached, unsure of what he would do. But instead of reaching for her, he lifted a hand to her cheek, tracing the line of her jaw with his thumb.

Listen beautiful "stay away from me far away because you might not know what bit you,I can never fall in love with you,even if it was the only thing for me to survive I would love to remain dead than to love you"Devon said.