Snippet #1811074

Belladonna
I muttered something rude under my breath as the idiot prince dragged me up the stairs, while I was digging my heels in. Something unlikely about his family, and more specifically, his parents. "You are still the same idiotic, prissy brat as before!" I clenched my teeth and wondered if I were strong enough to yank his hand far enough up towards me that I could bite him. Probably not.
"You do realize, just because you and I have to be together, I'm not going to be polite!" I called once I think we're up the staircase far enough that my mother would be unable to hear what I said. She would be most displeased with me and my behaviour.
As he stopped in front of his rooms, I turned slightly pale. "Oh, no, they did not-"
I yank open the door, and apparently catching the prince by surprise, we fly into the room, where I yank open a side door, which, of course, leads to my suite of rooms. "And there isn't a lock either. I swear, if you chose this room for this purpose on purpose, I'm going to kill you. And then I will have you reincarnate so I can chop you up into bloody pieces, douse you in oil, and burn you! And then I'll have you reincarnate and think of other tortures. And then I will make the process continue, as painfully as I can, for however long you will live. And then I won't give you a moment's peace when you die either!"
Suddenly, I remember something my parents had told me in one of their lectures, where I hadn't paid attention. That, at first, we would merely have our suites of rooms adjoining and next to each other, unlocked, but of course, both of us would have expectations to not do anything... naughty, shall we say? And then, after we're engaged, and the formal contract is made, all of our belongings will be taken into another set of rooms, these ones actually meant for a married couple. And of course, by that time, public displays of affection would be considered to be completely normal, but there would still be two separate beds. And then, only a couple or so days after that, we actually will be married, in front of the royal courts of both nations, and then, on our wedding night, will be expected to consummate our marriage. We had taken the customs for marrying of both nations and combined them. Except for one thing- I would not be consummating this marriage at all, because I can help it.
I groaned as I shut the door and slid down against the wall, finally curling up into a heap at the bottom. "This can't get worse, can it?" Well, the only possible worse thing that would end up happening is that they would move all the dates forward, which I hope with all my might won't happen. "No, don't think about it. If you think about it, it might actually happen."