as the king continues to speak.
“Once everyone is matched, we will celebrate with dancing
and wine.” Another roar goes up; then Morrick returns to his
throne.
A small man with a large scroll takes his place at the front of
the platform. He wears all blue down to his sandals. His nose is
too big for his face, his eyes too small. He starts the list, letting
the scroll unwind. It hits the wood with a large thud. He clears
his throat and a voice erupts that doesn’t match his face, much
too deep and loud. “Felix is matched with Seth.” And the list
goes on.
After several minutes and smiling couples, Nicon’s name is
mentioned. I squeeze his hand and he smiles down at me. “Nicon
is matched with Claudia.” Claudia squeals with joy from across
the stage and then blushes when Nicon smiles over at her. She is
petite and pretty. I know her face from the gardens. She works
the fruit and vegetable section. Her squeal of joy causes the little
man to give her a stern look. He continues with more names,
and more sounds of joy gush, causing his face to grow grumpier
each time.
“Marta is matched with…” I hold my breath, hoping it is
someone I can push away easily over time. “Taurus.” I look
up at the little man in disgust and can see Morrick staring at
Bellona in shock as she smirks. Was I imaging that? I feel ill as
the big brute comes towards me, grinning. I look the other way,
pretending I don’t see him.
“Well, well, well. Aren’t you a lucky girl?” The smell of wine
hits my face. He seems to be always drunk and this infuriates
me.
The music starts up then, signalling the beginning of the
celebrations. I look up at Taurus with a show of disgust on my
face.
He laughs. “Do not be like that. I promise we will have
lots of fun.” He winks at me, pulling me into his sweaty
body.
I push him away. “I think I will wait another ten years.”
I storm off, pushing my way through the crowd, wanting
to get as far away from Taurus as possible. When I reach
the edge of the mass, I start to calm and watch all the new
couples dance and talk. After an hour of standing alone, my
mood darkens. I know Morrick can’t be with me in public,
but times like these make me feel even lonelier. I take the
rose out of my hair and throw it on the ground and start
walking back to my cottage.
A voice comes from behind me. “You dropped this.” I freeze
with fear. Has Taurus followed me? I try to muster up as much
courage as possible.
“Go away.” I turn around and am faced with Morrick
holding my white rose.
I bow. “Sorry, your highness, I thought you were—”
He finishes my sentence. “Taurus. I guessed as much. Are
you all right?” He places his hand on my elbow to help me rise
and puts the rose back in my hair. “That’s better. Now you look
perfect.”
I smile. “I better go before anyone sees us.”
He looks conflicted “I tried to make sure it was Nicon that
you were matched with.”
I look at Morrick, startled. “Nicon? And why would you do
that?”
“I see how he looks at you, and he would have treated you
well,” Morrick says, looking annoyed.
This frustrates me. I did not want to be matched with Nicon.
I wanted Morrick more than life itself, but this would never be possible.
“Morrick, I don’t want Nicon.” I look away and don’t say how
I truly feel. It would be unfair.
But Morrick startles me with his response. “You have my
word. I will find a way for us to be together.” And then he is
gone, back to the village.
Chapter One
Ireland ~ Present Day
(Sarajane)
I t’s Sunday so I get muffled up and shove on my black wellies
that are decorated with pink hearts. I smile to myself. Josh
bought them for me. Josh is my best friend. We met when I
was only ten years of age at our local beach, here in Blackrock,
Co. Louth. From that day on, we never looked back.
“Sarajane, you can’t keep doing this.” My smile
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