97. The Wedding
Rosella could not believe she let herself get caught. How could she be so stupid? But it was too late for such self pity.
Her fate was sealed. She was doomed to become Mrs Edgar with Lolotte as a mother in law! The thought nearly
caused the fragile princess to faint as she stood in front of the mirror in her bra and panties. Her body was covered in
goose bumps as she looked upon her wedding ensemble.
"There there, dear. Get dressed before you catch cold. You'll make a lovely bride," cackled the voice of Lolotte's blind
mother.
Rosella peered over her shoulder at the wretched seamstress before turning her gaze back toward the mirror. The
midnight satin dress was hung beside the mirror, displayed in full length. The smoothness of the dark fabric matched
with white lace trim was as beautiful as it was revolting to the nauseous young girl.
Taking a deep breath, Rosella pulled it down from the hanger, and slipped it over her head, and letting the liquid satin
flow down her tender curves, and puddle ever so slightly at the floor. The dress fit perfectly, as the old woman had
assured her.
Next, there was a gauzy pair of sheer barely black pantyhose hanging over the mirror. Grabbing them, Rosella settled
down on the bed, and rolled them up carefully in her hands. One by one she dipped her foot into the silky fabric,
working them slowly up her porcelain calves, past the knees, up the thigh and finally around her waist. While they silky
to the touch, and teasingly revealed the whiteness of her legs beneath the smoky nylon, Rosella couldn't help but feel
that they were choking the very life out of her. With a sigh, she let her skirt drop back to the floor.
The matching elbow length gloves made of the same midnight satin as her dress came next, gliding easily up her long
straight arms. And finally, she grabbed the bouquet of black roses to complete her wedding ensemble.
A knock at the door, told her the ceremony was ready. With a glance at the mirror and a lone tear from her blue eyes,
the sad princess marched weakly toward the door and the waiting guards.
Dressed in formal ceremony attire, two of Lolotte's goons led Rosella into the throne room, where Edgar waited at the
altar. He blushed at the beautiful sight of Rosella. And indeed she was beautiful. If only it didn't end like this for her
though.
Lolotte sat upon her throne and watched the ceremony silently.
"I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride," finished captain of the guard, head of the ceremony.
Rosella swallowed hard, realizing this was worse than a nightmare as she turned to face Edgar, leaning in for the
awaited kiss.
The kiss sealed the deal of Rosella's failure. Her quest was over, and there would be no others. Edgar and Lolotte
were now her family, and Tamir was conquered. It was not the ending she had planned, but it was her ending.
After the ceremony concluded, Rosella walked with her new husband into their new lavish bedroom. The night that
awaited her made her sick. At the foot of the bed, Edgar shyly blushed, and made gesture at Rosella. Swallowing
hard, she obediently slid her dress down to the floor, stepping from the puddle on the floor. Leaving just her bra and
hosiery, the princess squirmed uncomfortably.
Eying his new wife, Edgar spoke, "You will provide me with a family to rule Tamir, and you will be a good wife." Then he
waved for her to proceed.
As she reached her thumbs into the waistband of her nylons, Rosella paused. She couldn't go through with it. Out of a
mixture of headstrong defiance and total fear, she slowly wobbled and fainted face first onto the bed. It would take more
than fainting to save this princess though. Good luck, Rosella. You're going to need it!
-The End... or a new beginning at any rate!
(No continues from this one. You REALLY blew it for Rosella THIS time! Nice going!)