She gave me the signal. My stomach was turning; my palms were sweating. I knew
this decision must have been killing her. Her little hand flicked towards the right door, but
her face was cold. Deep down inside I had the growing suspicion that she would rather see
me dead then with another woman. I did not know if I could trust her. She had gotten me
into this mess and I wasn’t sure if I was ready to die. I have loved this girl with every fiber
of my being, but she is royalty and I am a peasant. Now, I am standing in an ampitheatre
shaking. I looked back up at the person I loved the most, and strolled towards the right
door. The crowd fell silent, but my body did not stop moving. I approached the handle; but I
glanced one last look at her.
She gave me a weak smile, and I swung the door open. My lungs seemed to
collapse underneath of the breath of relief I took. I saw a graceful young lady who I had
talked to before once. The petite girl wore a white wedding dress, with beautiful gold lace
decorating it. Her face lit up and she pranced out, hugging me merrily.
The amphitheatre exploded with noise. Bells, cheering, singing and other
celebrations erupted, but I felt myself feeling angry. She never loved me! I peered into the
booth she was seated in, and saw gloom and despair and jealousy hung over her
hauntingly pale face. She stood up and suddenly bolted off. The young lady who I was
going to be wed to kept grabbing onto me. The priest made his way down to the arena. All
of these events seemed to be happening in a blur; I was standing still. My heart ached for
my love. She chose my happiness over her own. The feelings of anger I had slipped away
and I began to search around for her. As I started to walk away, the arena hushed to silence
and the ceremony was to begin. My ‘prize’ hung onto my arm and dragged me over to the
“Dearly beloved, we are gathered together here in the sight of God, and in the face
of this company, to join together this Man and this Woman in holy Matrimony; which is an
honourable estate, instituted of God--” The old priest joyfully recited the traditional wedding
vows. I felt weak standing there letting the girl who chose my life over her own watch this. I
wanted to leave; I wanted to find her and escape with her. My body however would not shift
from the erect stand I held in my own nervousness. What was she thinking? Why did she let
“Wilt thou have this Man to thy wedded husband, to live together after God's
ordinance in the holy estate of Matrimony?” The priest looked into the girls eyes and
confidently she announced yes.
He turned to me; “Wilt thou have this Woman to thy wedded wife, to live together
after God's ordinance in the holy estate of Matrimony?” The priest stared at me after
repeating the question. I looked around one more time for my princess lover. All I wanted was to see her. I needed to know where she had gone off to after I opened the door. Then
all at once I saw her. She was running to the door with the tiger in it! The entire theater
noticed her also. The love of my life was crying and screaming, bounding towards the iron
door holding the beast! All of the people in the arena yelled in horror; for they too could be
attacked by the tiger. I broke free from the wedding and galloped towards the princess.
She saw me and did not stop.
“Please don’t do this!” I shouted out to my princess, but she grabbed the door and
swung it open with confidence; much like I did. The tiger stalked out of its cage and my
lover, with tears in her eyes told me she was sorry in a final scream. The beast lashed out
at my lovers chest, making her stumble backwards. The fight between my petite princess
and the tiger had started. How long would she suffer? She was no match for this animal.
With its strong hind legs, It...
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