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Vanessa walked up the tiny hill, her feet smashing the grass beaneath her as they made the tiniest of squishing noises.
She turned upon hearing the Prince, swallowing as she stood there before she rubbed her arm. What would Christofer think about both of them being alone here?
"What is it, Sir?"

She didn't know how to address him anymore, family, friend, what could it be? Vanessa let go of her arm, standing up straighter to not seem so meek and fragile. She was going to marry his cousin, none of his harsh words would break her; she had to make sure of it. She wasn't a siren, she wouldn't dream of seducing Christofer, if the Prince had suggested it what would she say? What could she tell him to not make her seem pathetic?

Vanessa breathed in deeply, letting it out in one quick breath through her nose as she stood there facing in his direction. "You're right, I should leave then."
For a moment she was shocked at her own words, when did she get so sassy? When her freedom was taken away? She began to wonder if that was how it was for every woman who married into royalty, their voices all silenced while they had to take the side of ther 'husband'.

Vanessa continued to stomp up the hill, her stomach flip-flopping again as her shoes started to scrape against the gravel.

Vanessa walked into the plaza, thinking of the Prince and her "husband". How different the two were! In reality she didn't know anything about either of them, it was all based off gossip or how they governed their people. But she couldn't say the same of Christofer.
Christofer hailed from a different quarter from three towns over, linked to the Prince by blood and nothing else. They didn't hold the same personality or even the same pyscical traits, they both just had money.

Vanessa didn't know anything other than that about him, from the way he tugged her along she knew he was strict; just how strict she was unsure. But she doubt he'd find it pleasing if she was alone with another man.

The perks of being with royalty was undoubtly the money, and so far her only reason why to marry him. He wasn't pleasing to the eye, romantic or charming. She was simply his wife, to do whatever he wished with.
The idea immediantly sickened her, as the idea of having to go back to the hotel and lay in the same bed.
Everything about him made her sick.

She continued on, going down the streets that she was far used to. Why was she thinking of the Prince so much?

The only thing that could calm her down was the things that she craved - second to freedom. Jujubees.

She bought a few, instead of a whole tray like last time. The woman wrapping the singular juju's in cloudy platic wrapping.
"Do you eat these all by yourself?"

Vanessa looked up from her few snacks, meeting the eyes of the woman and really looking at her for the first time. She looked back down at her juju's, nodding. "Yes, I do." Her voice seemed measley, pale in comparioson to the old ladys soft but strong vocal burst.
Vanessa was surprised to feel a pat from the woman, her hand smacking Vanessas cheek gingerly before she turned around and hummed while she did more work.

She too turned around, swallowing before walking away and feeling her thoughts being clouded by everything at once.
Before she knew it she found herself walking back to where the Prince had been, still seeing him perched out in the field before she skidded over; her shoes flattening the grass as she tried to keep her composure.

"Do you like these, my Prince?"

Vanessa had plopped herself down next to the Prince, dropping her candy goods into Hayden's lap.

"They're good, eat them." She looked forward, her eyes angling down a bit while she caught the tree's trunks in the far off distance.

Vanessa licked her lips, feeling nervous and a bit sick about the whole situation she had somehow gotten herself in; even the 'situation' now.
"I didn't mean to marry your cousin," she lifted her hand, scratching her head as she realized she might have made it sound wrong. "I mean, he's a good catch but-but I didn't seduce him or anything."

With a sigh she put her own hand back down into her lap, her legs were criss-crossed.

The air was quiet, just like their conversation between them. Vanessa waited a small period before replying, nodding her head slowly as she agreed with him.
"Yes, I suppose so." She lifted her hand, scratching her cheek as she began to feel slightly uncomfortable with talking about Christofer. "I believe we are to get married by the end of this week."

She cleared her throat, sitting there and thinking about how quick everything had happened. Vanessa had met the Prince only a week before and now she had met his cousin only one week later, it was as if fate had decided to put her in some sort of Royal sighting.

It had been about fourty-five minutes or so since they began talking, all the way from when she left to when she got back. It didn't seem that long at all, maybe because there were so many idea's swarming through her head; maybe she was thinking too much.
A beautiful ceremony.
"Yes, probably. I'm not that interested in wedding's though, so Christofer is planing all of it." Her hand sunkered down into the grass, pulling up some of it and ripping it out of the floor, dispensing it and repeating the process.
Never before had her mind been so wayward, so many things had gone flowing through her in exactly two days - and they were the same thoughts over and over, not a single one different.

She became alert as he asked his question, the base of it throwing her off-key and for a loop; not even her "fiance" had asked. "Ah, well."
Vanessa's eyebrows had gone up, then down, scrunching together while she seriously thought about her own interests. The term could branch out so much, how could one label it so easily?
"I'm interested in," she stopped, looking at the sudden closed distance between her and Hayden. "U-Um, P-Prince. It's alright," she placed one hand between her mouth and his hand, her cheeks turning an opaque pink.