Chapter Nine

I aim at the bull's eye and fire. I miss…..of course. Archery has never been my forte, and more so when I'm agitated. All through the meeting with the event planners, I had been detached, my mind uneasy and restless. The planning team had been a group of three, very excited, very chatty women whom I had left scandalized by my request to wear a red dress for the wedding and coronation. Of course, they hadn't agreed, discussing reasons why I shouldn't like it's a world war I'm about to start. I yielded in the end because even though, they were not direct about it, they insinuated that they'd lose their jobs and possibly their heads if they dressed me in something like that.

We had proceeded to go over the little details, decor, food, cake and drink flavours. All the little things I'd have probably been excited to discuss if circumstances were different and this was a wedding I was actually looking forward to. When the meeting ended, I had been more than glad to finally escape their com