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An arranged marriage. Color drained from your face as you stare with horror at your parents. It was inevitable, you knew that. Hardly any royals fell in love and married. Most marriages were arranged without any regard to the bride and groom’s feelings. Your 18th birthday had just passed, meaning you were certainly old enough to be married off to whomever your father deemed suitable. You thought you’d at least have a month or two before your parents paired you off with someone. It was all too clear that they were antsy to get rid of you, their only daughter. They already had two sons, one that would be the heir to the throne. You were disposable. Only good for strengthening alliances with other countries at this point.
You just prayed that whoever they were marrying you off to was at least close to your age.
“Well, that’s that.” your father clears his throat. Your mother, ever looking the part of the high and mighty queen, sat beside him on a high-backed throne. Her cold (e/c) irises piercing right into you. “I don’t think I have to mention how important this union is for our kingdom.”
“This king will be our greatest ally. And if it doesn’t work out” your mom’s glare turns even colder “our greatest enemy.”
You stand silently in front of them, back painfully erect and hands folded in front of you. Yet inside you viciously screamed at the two monarchs who had made your life hell. “When shall I be leaving?”
“As soon as your hand-maid is done packing your belongings.” Your father uses his golden scepter to help lift himself up from his seat. “In a few days you’ll be Queen of Arendelle. Do not let us down (y/n).”
"Yes father.” you bow your head slightly. After they signal for you to leave you’re quick to whisk yourself away; being near them always gave you a feeling akin to suffocating.