Chapter 1: Chapter 1 - New Day
Crisp chirps of birds and taps of their beaks in the glass window resounded in her ears, disturbing her sleep for a moment. She slowly opened her eyes. Her eyes stared straight at the rose-colored ceiling with flower patterns touched with gold leaf on the edges. In a quick motion, she took off her quilt, her two legs lifted and stepped flat into the floor and stayed sitting there motionless with bright wide eyes.
'Donne will be my husband today! Can't wait!'
Meara Haelan is a normal 16-year-old maiden with light caramel wavy hair, bright innocent cornflower blue eyes, a sensually developed body and a heart fully captured by General Donne Kyree Xelt. He is her dream husband along with numerous women from the village. No. The whole kingdom.
She walked in a daze towards the bathroom and noticed that the water in the tub had already been prepared by her Nanny Lione; warm and rose-scented, awakening her senses for the day. She took a bath first, washing thoroughly before finally immersing herself in the aromatic bathtub.
She carefully walked along the cobblestone finish of the washroom with a fluffy towel. She went straight to her dress which is displayed in a torso mannequin at the corner of the room near the window where the morning light shines through, giving it a tranquil beauty.
'Hope I give him a good first impression.' She dreamt happily at the thought.
General Donne Kyree Xelt is at the peak of his career as the youngest general ever in the history of the Aishnova Kingdom at the age of 19. Now at the age of 24, his ruthlessness knows no bounds but his loyalty to the King is steadfast. His fame rose as he aged, defeating numerous attempts to destabilize the kingdom. He is the general of generals. The Golden Sabre Wielder, the Demon Warlord, and the Strength of a Thousand Swords, to name a few of his war names.
Donne is a very attractive man. He is very tall with a muscled body, arms that can squeeze you breathless, piercing forest green eyes that can make you confess a crime you didn't do, a bridged nose, and a mouth that will make you ask to be bitten.
Meara sighed while yearning.
She called for Nanny Lione and she assisted her in putting on her dress. Her supposed wedding dress. It's an off-white ruffled dress, with a shallow V-neck front and back, farol colgante sleeves, and free flowing skirt which undoubtedly shows her youth. The body, however, is womanly in all aspects, making her unintentionally desirable-looking. In her mind, she looks pretty and cute. For others, she looks alluring.
She had a very light breakfast and drank 2 glasses of cow's milk.
A few days ago, her father Sigor Haelan suddenly called for her. Because he rarely talked to her, she went obediently with a trembling heart. Yes. Her father hated her. Her existence is a nuisance to him. Between a trade of domesticated pigs, if somebody will offer an exchange for 20, her father may down-deal her at 15.
"Yes father?", she asked.
Without asking her to sit, her father already started speaking.
"Here's the deal of a lifetime. General Xelt will add you as his third wife. I talked with his father and this deal is made to ensure his vitality essence is stable and readily replenishable. In this way, you have to fulfill your duties religiously. Finally, your existence will be of use and the years of raising you won't be in vain. Your essence is full to the brim every day since you were a child and you will be of great help to him and the kingdom in effect. Of course, bearing him a child is not a bad thing. But keeping him in tip-top shape is a priority. There will be no wedding banquet or whatever. The King's defense tactical heads are on high alert and every action is an urgent matter, including this."
That conversation happened a few days ago which left Meara with mixed emotions. Right now, as she touched her chest and felt her heart beat erratically, her happiness to serve the man of her dreams outweighs the thought of her being used as an essence replenishment source. She touched her serpent-shaped birthmark on her left wrist in bright gradient colors of green-red-blue. A rare mark is said to be an indication that she is a cursed child by her father as well as her childhood friends. Rather, childhood acquaintances decided to exclude her when they knew about her mark. She grew up without friends, sheltered in their manor, and raised by her nanny.
'I will serve him well then!' she thought.
Her nanny brought her heavy luggage and dowry chest to the carriage. Sadly, her nanny cannot come with her. She was composed though because they already cried together two days ago knowing this is the first time they will be separated in this life. Meara will be assigned a courtyard and a servant girl. In the end, her nanny is not needed anymore.
Slowly, the carriage went off on an hour-long journey to the General's home.
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