http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2010/076/6/2/green_by_Tarasov.jpg Dianna sat by the fireplace that night. She was to be married the next day to a man she had never met before. She was doing this for her country, for her kingdom, and for her father. Her mother had died when she was a child and her father devoted his life and hers, to god. She was not truly as faithful as she portraied herself to be. She only wanted to make her father happy. She sighed out loud. She did not want to be married to someone she had never met before. She always thought she would fall in love and marry that man, but her father had told her it was for the good of the people. She looked down, playing with the ring she had been given by her father-in-law. It was simple yet very beautiful. She was surprised to have even been given anything. She wondered what he would look like. She had not been allowed to see him and she was nervous. She hoped he would be kind to her... but she didn't not hope for it too much. She had been told by her old friends that an Arranged Marriage usually meant the husband would be cruel to her. She sighed again, standing up and walking out of the salon and walking down the wide corridor, curtsying to the guards who bowed to her as she passed by. She went to her chambers and looked at the dress she would be wearing tomorrow. It was magnificent and had been her mothers wedding dress. She sighed softly, touching the pendant that hung from her neck. It was her mothers and had a small portrait of her mother inside of it. She took the necklace off and put it into the jewelry box and then packed it away. She had a few trunks packed for her journey to her new home, a castle both her fathers had built for her and her husband. She laid down in the plush bed, curling up alone, like she had for most of her life. She would miss this, but hopefully she would have her own chambers.