Princess Yvet entered the hall a few minutes after all the guests had gathered.
Her dress, made of pure silk and brought directly from India for her, was a reminder of her kingdom's riches.
They were all there, her father, many officers of her father's council, ambassadors from almost every European country and HE.
He was standing in a dark corner of the roof trying to avoid the red light that the huge fireplace was shedding.
She knew he was the one because she recognized every other face in the room.
She felt her heart skip a beat.
Was he really the prince? He looked at least 45 years old. How old was his father then?
She knew that her marriage wouldn't be based on love or passion, although she hoped that these things would follow soon after. Out of all the young princes around Europe why had her father chosen him?
He was so much older than her.
Many men came and offered her their arm in order to help her down the stairs. The rules of nobility obligated them to do so.
She picked her father's.
-You are a living dream, my dear!, the king said to his daughter.
-Long live the princess!, shouted an ambassador of a country allied to hers.
-May god never steal her beauty!, proposed an officer.
Yes, social meetings were her favorite playground.
Her father continued on his way towards the old man standing at the corner while the rest of the men kept on paying her compliments.
-Prince of Aragonia may I present to you my daughter?, her father said.
-No, my lord, this is not your daughter!
Sighs of surprise and anger filled the room.
-This is the future queen of the biggest empire ever to exist!, continued the old man.
-My queen i salute you. I will be your humble servant if you so wish.
All of a sudden the angry whispers turned to a loud clapping.
That man was a master of diplomacy, Yvet knew that already. He had paid her the best compliment appropriate for such a gathering.
-I salute you Prince of Aragonia. May our kingdoms be blessed with peace forever.
-Call me Savvito, compared to you I am just a common man.
"An common old man" she thought, but if she had to be honest with herself this man had something that made her admire him.
He wasn't tall, almost the same height as she, but he was athletic. He was not fat like most princes were, having spent a life of no efforts.
His greyish black hair gave him the wisdom to count his every move and word.
His face must have been beautiful at a younger age but now it was just a collection of scars.
Still that didn't make him ugly. Scars were the rewards of brave men and he must have been a really brave man. Yvet respected that.
-So prince what is your answer to my offer?, asked the king. Will your father be interested?
-I am authorized by my father to speak for the kingdom of Aragonia as its future king, said the old man aloud.
-Speak then, prince.
-If Yvet wishes to be my wife, I will honor her and make my life a continued effort to make her happy for as long as God wills me to live. If she wants to be my queen, I Savvito de Aragonia, with everyone here bearing witness, consider the two kingdoms to be one and offer the crown of Aragonia, worn by my proud mother, to my future wife with only one condition, my king.
-Which is?
-You need to step down from your throne and pass your crown to the princess. After centuries of war our kingdoms will be one, sharing a common ruler.
-And that would be you, I suppose?
-You misunderstood my words great king. This ruler will be your daughter, not a king but a queen of the great kingdom of Spain!
-I will just be her humble servant and counselor.
-Why such generosity?
-I am not being generous my king, but only realistic. My father is old and I am too. Your daughter is an angel sent from Heaven. If she does me the honor of marrying me, a kingdom is the least I can offer her.
-My daughter? What do you say?
Yvet didn't know what to answer. She would rule, she was going to rule the biggest kingdom of Europe. She would have all the power to make their plans come true. The only price she had to pay was to surrender her self to that old man. Well she didn't find him that bad. He was wise, noble, brave and old enough to not always be in her way.
-I am honored father! Considering the good of our people I accept to be the queen of such a great kingdom and considering the devotion offered to me by this man I accept to be his wife.
Her father smiled.
-It is decided then, Castile and Aragonia are no more. There is only the united kingdom of Spain!
The marriage would be in a moth from now.
Loud music and dancing followed and with those words the fate of princess Yvet had been decided.
That month passed too fast for Yvet. She had so much to prepare for that she didn't even realize it.
The marriage was arranged to take place under August's full moon.
Many said it was bad luck to have a marriage at midnight. She thought it was kind of romantic.
Maybe Savvito would have room for passion and love in his war forged heart!
Her wedding dress cost a fortune and only the richest and most powerful lords would be attending the ceremony.
The Pope himself would be the one to read the blessings for their union.
After all, following this night, every country would want to be in good terms with Spain, for Spain would be the biggest, richest, most powerful and war ready kingdom in Europe.
Bards from all over the known world had gathered and the finest food and drinks had been brought to the summer palace.
The time had come and Yvet felt lost during the ceremony. So many people, so many sounds, so many colors.
Fortunately Savvito was there to hold her. He was feeling out of place as well. He was a fighter and all this was not his cup of tea.
The time of their oaths had come.
-I, Yvet de Castile swear that I will love you, honor you and respect you for the rest of my life, til death do us part."
-And I, Savvito de Aragonia swear to you that I will make my life's purpose to make you happy, love you, honor you and respect you eternally!
-With the power vested in me by God, I now pronounce you husband and wife, king and queen. You may kiss the bride!
And the couple kissed. Yvet felt his cold lips on hers and his cold arms embraced her.
But this wasn't a kiss of love and now it was too late for her.
The same night, almost an hour before sunrise, the couple left to spend the first night of their marriage.
Yvet was surprised to find out that they had separate rooms and that her husband's room was deep below the palace dungeon.
It was creepy and lifeless down there but she gathered all her courage and headed down.
She was a girl, she had become a queen and a wife and now it was time for her to become a woman.
Savvito had asked her not to come down because he was feeling tired. They had plenty of nights ahead of them.
Well she defied him. It was bad luck not to make love on their first night as a married couple.
She reached the bottom of the stairs and found herself in front of a single door.
"How can he sleep down here and why?" she wondered.
She heard a single noise coming from the room.
Like there was someone in there drinking something very fast.
She opened the door scared.
Savvito was there, still in his suit, with another man in his arms, his huge canine fangs biting deep inside that man's throat.
His eyes were burning red like an infernal predator!
-Don't you dare move woman! You had to defy my orders. Now you will have to stay and witness the truth of the night rulers!
Her dress, made of pure silk and brought directly from India for her, was a reminder of her kingdom's riches.
They were all there, her father, many officers of her father's council, ambassadors from almost every European country and HE.
He was standing in a dark corner of the roof trying to avoid the red light that the huge fireplace was shedding.
She knew he was the one because she recognized every other face in the room.
She felt her heart skip a beat.
Was he really the prince? He looked at least 45 years old. How old was his father then?
She knew that her marriage wouldn't be based on love or passion, although she hoped that these things would follow soon after. Out of all the young princes around Europe why had her father chosen him?
He was so much older than her.
Many men came and offered her their arm in order to help her down the stairs. The rules of nobility obligated them to do so.
She picked her father's.
-You are a living dream, my dear!, the king said to his daughter.
-Long live the princess!, shouted an ambassador of a country allied to hers.
-May god never steal her beauty!, proposed an officer.
Yes, social meetings were her favorite playground.
Her father continued on his way towards the old man standing at the corner while the rest of the men kept on paying her compliments.
-Prince of Aragonia may I present to you my daughter?, her father said.
-No, my lord, this is not your daughter!
Sighs of surprise and anger filled the room.
-This is the future queen of the biggest empire ever to exist!, continued the old man.
-My queen i salute you. I will be your humble servant if you so wish.
All of a sudden the angry whispers turned to a loud clapping.
That man was a master of diplomacy, Yvet knew that already. He had paid her the best compliment appropriate for such a gathering.
-I salute you Prince of Aragonia. May our kingdoms be blessed with peace forever.
-Call me Savvito, compared to you I am just a common man.
"An common old man" she thought, but if she had to be honest with herself this man had something that made her admire him.
He wasn't tall, almost the same height as she, but he was athletic. He was not fat like most princes were, having spent a life of no efforts.
His greyish black hair gave him the wisdom to count his every move and word.
His face must have been beautiful at a younger age but now it was just a collection of scars.
Still that didn't make him ugly. Scars were the rewards of brave men and he must have been a really brave man. Yvet respected that.
-So prince what is your answer to my offer?, asked the king. Will your father be interested?
-I am authorized by my father to speak for the kingdom of Aragonia as its future king, said the old man aloud.
-Speak then, prince.
-If Yvet wishes to be my wife, I will honor her and make my life a continued effort to make her happy for as long as God wills me to live. If she wants to be my queen, I Savvito de Aragonia, with everyone here bearing witness, consider the two kingdoms to be one and offer the crown of Aragonia, worn by my proud mother, to my future wife with only one condition, my king.
-Which is?
-You need to step down from your throne and pass your crown to the princess. After centuries of war our kingdoms will be one, sharing a common ruler.
-And that would be you, I suppose?
-You misunderstood my words great king. This ruler will be your daughter, not a king but a queen of the great kingdom of Spain!
-I will just be her humble servant and counselor.
-Why such generosity?
-I am not being generous my king, but only realistic. My father is old and I am too. Your daughter is an angel sent from Heaven. If she does me the honor of marrying me, a kingdom is the least I can offer her.
-My daughter? What do you say?
Yvet didn't know what to answer. She would rule, she was going to rule the biggest kingdom of Europe. She would have all the power to make their plans come true. The only price she had to pay was to surrender her self to that old man. Well she didn't find him that bad. He was wise, noble, brave and old enough to not always be in her way.
-I am honored father! Considering the good of our people I accept to be the queen of such a great kingdom and considering the devotion offered to me by this man I accept to be his wife.
Her father smiled.
-It is decided then, Castile and Aragonia are no more. There is only the united kingdom of Spain!
The marriage would be in a moth from now.
Loud music and dancing followed and with those words the fate of princess Yvet had been decided.
That month passed too fast for Yvet. She had so much to prepare for that she didn't even realize it.
The marriage was arranged to take place under August's full moon.
Many said it was bad luck to have a marriage at midnight. She thought it was kind of romantic.
Maybe Savvito would have room for passion and love in his war forged heart!
Her wedding dress cost a fortune and only the richest and most powerful lords would be attending the ceremony.
The Pope himself would be the one to read the blessings for their union.
After all, following this night, every country would want to be in good terms with Spain, for Spain would be the biggest, richest, most powerful and war ready kingdom in Europe.
Bards from all over the known world had gathered and the finest food and drinks had been brought to the summer palace.
The time had come and Yvet felt lost during the ceremony. So many people, so many sounds, so many colors.
Fortunately Savvito was there to hold her. He was feeling out of place as well. He was a fighter and all this was not his cup of tea.
The time of their oaths had come.
-I, Yvet de Castile swear that I will love you, honor you and respect you for the rest of my life, til death do us part."
-And I, Savvito de Aragonia swear to you that I will make my life's purpose to make you happy, love you, honor you and respect you eternally!
-With the power vested in me by God, I now pronounce you husband and wife, king and queen. You may kiss the bride!
And the couple kissed. Yvet felt his cold lips on hers and his cold arms embraced her.
But this wasn't a kiss of love and now it was too late for her.
The same night, almost an hour before sunrise, the couple left to spend the first night of their marriage.
Yvet was surprised to find out that they had separate rooms and that her husband's room was deep below the palace dungeon.
It was creepy and lifeless down there but she gathered all her courage and headed down.
She was a girl, she had become a queen and a wife and now it was time for her to become a woman.
Savvito had asked her not to come down because he was feeling tired. They had plenty of nights ahead of them.
Well she defied him. It was bad luck not to make love on their first night as a married couple.
She reached the bottom of the stairs and found herself in front of a single door.
"How can he sleep down here and why?" she wondered.
She heard a single noise coming from the room.
Like there was someone in there drinking something very fast.
She opened the door scared.
Savvito was there, still in his suit, with another man in his arms, his huge canine fangs biting deep inside that man's throat.
His eyes were burning red like an infernal predator!
-Don't you dare move woman! You had to defy my orders. Now you will have to stay and witness the truth of the night rulers!
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