The silence amongst us was louder than ever before. “So,” my brother Ben says awkwardly, trying to break the silence. “Archer! How’s running South Haven like?” He asked. “Well, funny that you asked that,” Archer replied in his iconic British accent. “It’s been pretty good. It’s been a real weight lifted off mum’s shoulders.” Archer is quite a nice guy, really, but I didn’t approve of this “arranged marriage” stuff. Maybe, just maybe I can learn to love him, I thought to myself. Highly doubt it though. Just then, both mine and Archer’s parents returned to the room. “Archer, it’s about time we need to leave,” Archer’s mother says as she enters the room with my parents. “Alright mother,” Archer says to his mom. “Goodbye Brina and Ben.” I shyly waved to him as he exited the room with his parents. “So Brina, how did you like Archer?” my father asked me. He was the main person who wanted this arrangement. “I mean, I guess he’s alright,” I tell them. “Well, you should start getting used to him since you have to marry him,” my mother reminded me. It was true. I had no other choice but to marry Archer. “I guess I’ll try,” I mumble, leaving a disgusted look on my face. “Don’t scrunch your face like that sweetheart, and speak up next time,” my mother demands of me. I roll my eyes, then walk off to my bedroom where I can dream about being a normal human, and not have to live the royal life. As I sat in my bed, I stared at the beige ceiling. Bored out of my mind, I thought about what it would be like in the town. I’ve only been there once, and it was with my family. It wasn’t that great though, since we only went to get a special type of bread from a traveling shop. Maybe someday I’ll sneak down to town at night. Maybe during the nighttime marketplace event that takes place every Tuesday. I then yawn, and lay down on my bed. The next morning I woke up at eight o’clock, not quite ready for a new day. Today, me, Archer, my parents, and Archer’s parents are planning the wedding between me and Archer. *continued in notes and credits*
“So what color scheme do we want the wedding to be?” our wedding planner, Banks Stone asked us. Everyone was silent for a moment, thinking about the wedding. Well, everyone except me. I was thinking about how life would be if I wasn’t part of the royal family. “How about white and gold? We could have a more classic colored wedding,” Archer suggested. It wasn’t at all a bad idea, really, but I couldn’t focus on everything that was going on around me, which didn’t seem like much, but the wedding was last on my list of things to focus on for the day. “What do you think of that, Brina?” Archer’s mother asked me. She seemed like she despised white and gold, and wanted me to reject the idea. “I like the sound of gold and white,” I answer. I could confirm my thoughts when Mrs. Augustine, Archer’s mother, responded only with a strange look which is very hard to describe. “We’ll have to look into those colors, and see what options we have, but other than that, the colors are settled. Now we need to focus on clothes and decorations,” my father declared after a few seconds. By the time Banks and the Augustine’s left, it was around ten o’clock at night, so naturally it was time for me to go to sleep. Tonight was the night that I sneak down to the village though, so I need to formulate a plan. A plan that wouldn’t get me caught, which most of my plans did. As I walk to my room, I almost trip over one of the millions of carpets in our house because I’m too worked up about everything I’ve been thinking of. The wedding, the town, my plan, and yeah. When I finally got up to my room, I thought of a rough plan. I decided that I would change into my least royal-looking clothes, and put a hooded cloak over that. By that time, it was around ten thirty, so I set up my bed like in all the movies where the kids sneak out, and shut my lights off like I would normally. I then opened my window, and climbed out, hoping for the best. My next challenge was getting past the guards at the front gate of the castle. I can just climb over the side of the wall, I thought. And that’s exactly what I did. I had made it out of the castle. I was almost to the town. I continued walking on when I began to hear the music coming from the Tuesday night marketplace the town always had. It always brought me joy to hear the music from the town, but we could never really hear it from the castle since the town is so far away. I walked for a few more minutes, and then I reached the town. I walked around for a while around the marketplace, greeting people as they did me. I tried not to use my talking-to-my-parents voice while talking to the townspeople. I was walking around for a while when I bumped into a boy who seemed around the same age as me. I fall over, and land on the rocky ground. “Oh my gosh I’m so…” he begins. He stops after he gets a look into my eyes, and holds out a hand to help me up. I grab his hand, and then stand up. “I’m so sorry,” he repeats, “I’m Caspian. And you?”
