Curse us if we were wrong else speak not much,

You have lived your ways, your life differs

Hence, I refuse to let you have a say.

I cradled our son, I stood as your half. I might have been yours and only yours bride, but you seem to have mistaken me for a loving wife.

                             Time had driven me to an edge where I refuse to yield to your wishes. I stand with time and myself. I leave this letter to you, as a token of my hatred I bore for all these years, towards you.

The words spread like fire among the commoners. Their queen ran away with her lover, leaving behind her three years old son, who was her own flesh and blood. The queen turned heartless, had they all thought not the same, if they knew what the Queen had faced.

Years passed by, the letter, the last belonging of the Queen given to the King was burned in a fire, along with all her belongings. As if her entire existence was to be removed from the memory of her three years old. Justice is served, as for though she gave birth to him, she chose not to take him along.

The prince soon was encountered by the lavishing wedding of his father with the Princess of Pulcher.

Which father was heartless enough to wed his only daughter to a ruthless king but nevertheless, the wedding took place.

The palace was decorated, with roses and lilies and was much, much more enchanting than the wedding his mother had. At least that is what he heard from the rumors flying around the palace.

The memory was stoned into his life, and it became something he could never erase. Something he was compelled to remember, something which would only leave his side if he were to meet his death. And after years of togetherness with that memory, he had met his death.

He wondered which human was proudly calling death as a punishment, if she was a punishment he was willing to suffer in her hands. His death, when he met her for the first time, she was the most beautiful thing, he had seen ever in his entire life.

She was dressed in a Persian blue gown, her hairs were down till her waist, she had those golden hairs, but the endings were slightly brown. Her eyes were honey-toned like amber. It was as if a jeweler had attached his best cutted pieces of amber to her eyes. They were shining underneath the sun, and were vibrant like her laughter, until they met his.

He knew from that moment that he was compelled under her spell, she was like wine, she seduced him into entering her room in the darkness of nights, and spend those passionate moments underneath the sheets. His eyes would roam all over her skin, his hands would join hers and their souls would unite.

But for how long would their lustrous desire stay the same?

The question was still to find an answer!

Katherine, slightly pulling her gown up, waited for her car to drive in through the entrance of the palace, she was going to be the queen of. Her heart was left behind as she was refused from denying the aspect of her marriage. In the end, she was made wear the corset, which tightened around her breast preventing her from breathing in. Her neck was decorated with a beautiful necklace of diamonds, the gift of her engagement.

Her hairs were decorated with pearls to impress the prince, her intention differed though. She was sixteen years old, and in this age, except for regrets, no body builds a thing. Her youth had captured the hearts of many and she had openly tossed her heart in open. Yet, she was compelled into dressing like a mature woman and was send to her future husband's house.

She was forced to bury her desires and her name was tagged with her spouse to be. She was shy but her young blood had devoid her of rational thinking. She had this constant urge to kiss her handsome driver, to pull him over to the backseat of the car and do a sin she was forbidden from committing.

Closing her eyes, she could image all the things she would love to do when she felt a jerk. Her eyes opened in shock and she saw through the window a huge gate made of strong metal. The doors opened and her car entered. She watched the beautiful welcome she had received as the future queen of Winona.

Her eyes wandered, gazing over the beautiful decoration. The car reached infront of the threshold of the magnificent palace. She elegantly steps down from her car. The sunshine hit her skin a bit hard, and she felt her skin warming up. Her lady in waiting was there to recieve her. She entered the palace with the thought of her future husband.

Where was the Prince Of Winona? She wondered as she walked through the huge gallery. The paintings of the previous and the current rulers were hanged over the walls. She walked quietly behind her lady in waiting when she encountered the portrait of a handsome young man. Her eyes could not help but be still at the portrait as her steps slowed down. Below the portrait was written the name of that person: Crown Prince Of Winona, Charles Sanford .

That was the portrait of her future husband, her heart skipped a beat at the thought of it. She when was sent here, had little hope of finding her spouse good looking. His blue eyes were enchanting, though that was only the portrait which was incapable of reverting back the passion.

"This is your room Your Highness,My name is Isobel, if you need anything, please call for me.", saying this she left, leaving the princess alone in her room. No sooner did she walk out, Katherine started removing her dress to loosen the corset.

Her dress slipped down on the floor as she stood there breathing heavily.

The ball room was filled with whispers, the King sat on his throne while the Prince waited for the arrival of his princess. The ball gate opened and suddenly the murmurings died. The Prince was exposed to the beautiful Princess Of Winslow. She walked elegantly towards the King and greeted him and the prince. The Prince was left in awe.

This would be the first time he had ever seen someone so beautiful. He kept staring at her till his eyes met hers, her lips streched into a smile and stole his heart the very moment it happened. The prince finally greeted her, " Greetings to you princess, I am Charles."

Katherine wondered why her cheeks were heating up. She kept her gaze down while greeting her future husband, but then the thought of his captivating eyes made her look up. Their gaze interlocked. She could feel butterflies in her stomach. And out of her senses, gave a smile to the prince, who in return greeted her. He introduced himself thought she was aware of who he was.

"I am Katherine Windsor, Princess Of Winslow and soon to be your wife.", Katherine said with a smile, which now had turned into a playful one. Charles could not help himself from staring at her, which made Katherine divert her gaze from him with her burning cheeks.

The party had begun. The King and Queen took the first dance. Katherine and Charles were standing close to each other watching the old couple when Katherine's gaze fell over the glasses of wine kept. Back in her house, she was forbidden from consuming any intoxication. Her father took his only daughter for a slave, a trade and a beautiful doll.

She deflected her gaze though she wanted to take more than just a look of it. Charles all this while was reading the expressions of his little bride. She was really pretty as his father had told him. But to his surprise, he never knew she was this pretty. Her beauty had casted a spell over him. He was having certain desires towards her and it would be a lie to say that Katherine felt not the same.

"Princess Katherine, would you do an honour of dancing with me?"

If Katherine never knew what a trap was, then this would be it. She would have said yes and took the honour, but she is aware very well of her emotions, and she knows not what the prince thinks of her. To her, it is better to suppress her desire than to allow them to overtake her.

She gently nods her head as a no and proceeds to look towards the dancing couple. She could feel his gaze over her. After few moments she turns towards him and with her sharp gaze and questions him what he wants. Picking the glass of wine from the table, Charles smirks and leans over her face, his lips slightly away from her own.

"You!"

Handing the glass of wine to her, he went back into his posture and pretends as if he never wished for a sin. Katherine swirls the glass of wine and bites her inner cheeks. Taking one last look at Charles, she gulps down the wine and excuses herself, not before giving Charles a lustrous look after whispering, 'Come to me.'

Katherine pushes open the door of her room while Charles was all over her. She closes the door behind while Charles was focused on kissing her neck. She lets out a moan as he removes her dress. She puts her forefinger over his lips, stopping him from proceeding further with his act.

"I am the one in lead, My prince!", Katherine says as she slowly starts to undo his tie. Her eyes still directly piercing his, she placed a delicate kiss of lust on his lips. He had his hands placed over her hips as he traced even further below till her dress slipped through her waist.

She undid his coat and started nibbling over his well built chest as her warm hands traced his neck and proceeded to grab his hairs harshly when his fingers entered her. She moaned loudly as he went further in. The night was young and wild for both of them. Katherine would never forget that experience, she thought. But what the future holds, no one knows.