It had been weeks since the murder of Peter Skarbalius and
the disappearance of his daughter Regina.
The suspect, Edward Pompidou had not fled to Dubrovya but to the nearby village of Sarny, also under the protection of the
Skarbalius family.
Annabelle had improved greatly under the care of Sarah.
She’d improved so much that Sarah had lessened her visits to only a couple of
times a week. Now she was content with caring for the rest of the villagers. Dubrovya
was filled with excitement! This was the day that Prince Skarbalius would
choose his bride. While the commoners followed tradition with courting each
other, the Royals simply chose whomever they wanted and the chosen ones were
expected to cooperate and respect the wishes of their ‘suitor.’
While the young available women spent hours readying
themselves, dressed in their finest, bosom enhancing dresses, Sarah under
pressure, still chose a simple cotton dress that did not accent any of her fine
features. She kept her makeup to a minimum too.
That sunny afternoon the prince accompanied by a small
contingent of soldiers arrived in Dubrovya. The main street was filled with
hopeful brides to be and their families, all vying for position. Sarah tried to
blend into the background, taking refuge next to a large tree. The prince would
stop and look over the beautiful young women now and then, but continued to
move on. When he finally spotted Sarah he called to her. Reluctantly she
approached. “Today I choose you to be my future bride.” He dismounted. “Come,
my dear Sarah.” He led his horse and her towards her father George, standing
nearby. “You could have any woman in the village, why me?” she protested. He
grinned. “It has always been you. There is no other for me.” Approaching her
father he said “Sir, I’ve come to ask for your daughters hand in marriage. I’ll
see to it that she’s well taken care of as well as your household.” As with
most fathers in the past, he was reluctant to let his daughter go but was
unwilling to insult the prince. “It would be an honor to have you marry my
precious daughter.” They shook hands. “Come my dear, the Palace du Skarbalius
is prepared for a celebration. You are the guest of honor.” He helped her
mount, and they rode off together.
Once they arrived, he escorted her to a large banquet hall
where tables were laden with all kinds of breads, meats, fruits, vegetables and
sweets. Servants walked around filling goblets with wine and musicians played.
Some people were dancing but most were just in a celebratory mood. When she
spotted Sarah and the prince, Liza came running up to her and gave her a strong
hug. “I’m so glad you’ll be living here now! I can’t wait to spend more time
with you.” Sarah smiled politely. “I’ll enjoy being close to you too.” “Come
and eat” the prince almost ordered.
The celebration eventually came to an end and Sarah was
shown to the same room she’d stayed in nights ago. Whether it was the wine and
all the food, or simply exhaustion, she had no visions or heard haunting sounds
during the night. She slept soundly, undisturbed.
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