Chapter 3 Mia's fear becomes truth

"My little princess," she forced a smile. Yet, she didn't finish whatever had brought her to my room.

She should say whatever she is there to say and stopped killing me with suspense!

My thoughts yelled at me.

My eyes didn't leave her lips, eager to see them part ways with what I already know flowing through every ounce of air that exuded from her mouth.

She faked a smile at me again. Her hands, which ran over my arms, sent goosebumps and chilling butterflies down my abdomen while I gulped hard.

"Your father has sent you on a beautiful journey," she didn't know how to tell me what was going on because I knew she was heartbroken too.

But she was so good at gulping her pains down, while I was not. But then, she gathered comfort to throw the bomb!

"Your husband-to-be just left. They will be here tomorrow...and I've been asked to prepare you for your new home!"

I rushed into her arms, enveloping her with a hug and letting out every emotion that came with my tears.

She rained tears with me too, and we both kept our hug, crying like some maltreated maidens in a Nollywood movie.

That night, I couldn't get over the thought of living with such a commanding man.

Lily's touches couldn't make me sleep anymore while I was on the bed; her tears continuously dropped on my cheek like a leaking tank dropping into a bucket of water.

We both slept and I woke up to a knock on the door. Lily was sleeping, she looks tired and I didn't want to disturb her.

So, I stood to get the door myself. Opening the door, other maidens stood with different materials to beautify me for the D-Day.

I slammed the door immediately, leaning against it with my back, and I crumpled to the floor. The bang of the door jolted Lily up, her gaze at me wondrous and quizzical.

"What is the matter this early morning?" I couldn't respond, but I guessed my reactions or silence spoke louder.

She was free with me, as if she was my elder sister. She quickly pulled me up and helped me sit on the bed.

Opening the door, the maids were still standing there, carrying those thought-exasperating materials, with their cheeks eager to leave their faces with smiles .

From the look of things, everybody in the castle was happy except me and my best friend, maid, Lily.

Yes, for my mother, I couldn't add her to the list because it was her husband's fault. She should be happy for her hubby's choice , congratulations to them; I didn't care.

I took off my clothes and walked into the bathtub, spread with rose flowers and sweet fragrance that made me feel like lying inside the water like it was a floating bed.

Lily stood and watched everything. Some maids focused on treating my hair with fragrant perfumes, oils, soaps and creams.

Others were at the soles of my feet, giving me some private, distinguished pedicures for VVIPs.

Other maids took care of my body and coochie, massaging, scrubbing, and picking out every ounce of unwanted hair they saw to keep me fresh for the diamond prince.

At that moment, I felt ecstatic, like I was in the midst of heavily built, sex-hungry monsters, dragging, fingering, sucking and teeth-teasing every part of my body for their sex gratification.

Sorry if I just made you tick, but to be more euphemistic, I felt like an African chicken being bathed with hundred-degrees hot water for Christmas or Easter celebrations.

They were all picking on me and cleaning up every part of my body like I've been ordered by someone, probably the twelve disciples for another last supper.

Each night that passed , I stood at the window of my room, gazing at the moon and stars to see if I could be comforted.

Lily, my best friend, made sure of giving every assistance she could to make me happy before I was married off to the promised land, and I couldn't thank her enough.

Just then, an idea struck my mind. I shared it with Lily, and it seemed like a dangerous one, but I was ready to take chances.

Lily immediately, on my order, saw to it.

It was a sunny morning. As I looked through the window, everywhere was colorful with balloons, candles, and other things that could make the castle colorful .

The castle's gate was wide open and the villagers walked in and out. There was enough to eat and drink, while I saw a high caliber of men and politicians exchanging pleasantries with my father.

Maidens arranged my mum's hair, some painted her nails. She was wearing all gold and looked bright.

So was my father, wearing the head of a lion as his crown : an insignia that signified his strength and durability in battles he had fought without getting a scratch.

Beautiful tones played, and people danced happily. What I didn't understand was why everyone was happy except me, who was supposed to be happy first.

But no one gives an effing care, right?

Suddenly, I heard the sound of a trumpet.

It seemed Jesus 'coming soon' was here now, with everyone wondrously looking around to see what was about to happen. I looked through the window.

Victor Rodriguez rode in on his magnificent horse, clothed with diamonds as it radiated.

His royalty procession was more than I had ever seen, not even my father's could beat his. Was he a king or what, to command such a glorified procession?

Two giant wolves led at the front, while other horses, not royally clothed like his, walked ahead, protecting him in the middle.

Arriving inside the palace, the horses parted ways, and the wolves lay down, making him stand tall amidst them.

Nobody could look at him for long because of the diamond-sun-radiating, rainbowish robe he was wearing.

The mat of rose flowers was quickly placed before his feet to walk into the castle.

I could feel my heart pounding now. I tried to stop it, but it wouldn't.

Lily hugged me tight to comfort me like it was going to be the last. Every little action from then on made me think and read in deep negative meanings.

Was it because I was tense?

I heard a knock on the door. My mum walked in, her face failing her while she slowly dropped to tears.

She kissed my forehead and covered the black veil on me. So she did to Lily as well.

"Take good care of my daughter for me, Lily," she said, hugging the both of us.

"Your husband-to-be will see you now," my mum said, waiting for me to move.

"Can we have a minute, Mum?" I requested, while my feet couldn't move.

The tension had gripped my feet on the floor, and I wanted to take in some air before leaving.

My mum left the room, unknowingly giving me the time to carry out what I had been patiently waiting for.