Bride To Be

Aurora stood outside the big, heavy oak doors that were closed right in-front of her. her mind was screaming at her to run the other way. "Aunt Josephine, Aunt Josephine, aunt Josephine" she repeated constantly like a reminder.

Lifting her hands Aurora knocked on the door. The huge doors were immediately pulled open with the force of men on either side. The sound giving away just how heavy these doors really were. That was when she took her first step towards hell.

Aurora was walking down the red carpet that started all the way from outside leading all the way into the nave of the cathedral. she only just took her first step inside making her way towards the alter. As she continued people were met with an ethereal angel. slight hushed murmurs began which reached her ears immediately.

"My She is soo pretty"

"where did he even find her" whispered a young woman who gazed at the bride with envy.

Every step made her burn. A deep chaos banging in her head,Everything Within her yelling insanely to just stop turn and run,run so far, run until earth disappears from beneath your feet. Whatever was going on inside her did not match the calm peaceful surroundings outside.

"I don't think she can be…..no she must be an angel"

"wow mother she's beautiful I can't wait for her to be princess, I want to be just like her" the murmurs went on.

The bride to be took one look to her left side just as she neared the front where her friends were sitting in their seats with their respective families. Infront of them were her aunt Josephine and butler Tom. On her right was the king, queen and behind was the rest of their family and friends.

Aurora looked up at the bishop and standing on his right was him.

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He stood there waiting in his royal wedding attire. Quietly waiting for that knock as he sensed her just outside the door. He knew better than anyone that it was not just sense but that intoxicating fragrance, that bugging scent. It was killing him softly, teasing at him, calling to him and he would have to be careful as the urges were getting stronger.

Finally his anticipation was called upon when she knocked on the door and took her first step in.

The bright white lights of the day was seeping in through the clear, clean windows just adding to the image he was witnessing. She entered with grace every step leaking with etiquette and a certain type of demand. She walked slowly looking down or ahead with her beautiful snowy white gown, which had stitched floral embroidery on her lower gown. Her plain white sleeves ended just up to her delicate wrists. And her very small V- shaped neckline which went around her neck to form a crisp white collar which Outlined her porcelain like neck where he could almost see her blood running he gulped feeling his suddenly parched throat go dry.

He took in every detail, every nook and cranny this moment had to offer and he left nothing untouched with his gaze. He saw everything so clearly as if he was using a manginifying glass to view the most intricate details. She wore a thick braided bun which was adorned with mixed baby white roses and small jasmine flowers. The colour was doing more than an excellent job at outlling every golden strand of her hair.

Those natural rosy lips of hers had been painted with a deep crimson colour. She was so simple and natural yet so ethereal her beauty was unmatched and yelled volumes. She was unique but graceful. Simple yet everything about her was finished of with elegance and class. Her grey eyes were aligned with one thin stroke of kohl. Something he was beginning to think was her favourite. As it should be because those eyes seem to have a power to allure and hypnotise, something which he thought only needed to be kept for him and only for his gaze to see.

Yet it was his eyes that noticed upon the way her gaze moved to see her family and friends,the way she walked, how her hands were placed at her sides. But one thing he could just not detect nor notice, which he now yearned for was the sign of a heartbeat. yes he could read and see everything but that yearning for the complete reading of her, for her emotions to be bare for him had not reached him yet and he wondered why?