I always wished for a big, extravagant wedding and to marry into royalty. A royal wedding, with an enormous pure white ball gown dress, holding my figure tight and embracing my breast. I wanted the dress to be draped with glitter and rhinestones, with a 12-yard veil. I had planned this moment out to the tee, even had a folder on my phone with pictures of bridesmaid’s dresses and even the menu for the wedding detailed out.

Well, this it, the moment I have been wishing for. It definitely does not feel as majestic as imagined.

I had a month to plan this day, with all the money needed and I got everything as imagined but it does not feel like how I have imagined. It’s probably because I will be meeting him for the first time at the end of that aisle. Yes, I have stalked him, but we all know what social media is like.

I am sitting in this chair, and my thoughts are racing.

“Am I Queen material? What if he doesn’t like me?” I ask myself, constantly battering myself with endless questions.

People are walking up and down and chatting in the room. The room is big, with a king-sized bed that has white bedding. I am sitting on a white leather chair in the opposite corner and the entire space is filled with people in yellow dresses, but I have never felt so alone in my life. The chatting sounds like bees buzzing. I can’t make out what they are saying because I am stuck in what feels like a dark hole of thoughts and self-doubt.

An elderly woman probably in her 70s enters the room and shouts at me “Stand up!! Stand up!! It’s time”. My two best friends come to me in panic and attempt to help me stand up from the chair. It is hard standing up in this big poofy dress, I guess I didn’t think of the technicalities of wearing a big poofy white dress. I finally gain my balance after seconds of wobbling, and the nerves kick in the moment I realize, I AM GETTING MARRIED. My stomach starts spinning and my head joins in the party. I can feel myself sweating profusely as I walk out of the room.

The wedding is happening outside. I enter the passageway which leads to a big sliding door which opens up to the wide garden filled with sunflowers.

“Thank God this passageway is wide because how was I gonna walk here?” I whisper to myself.

People in the house start dancing, singing and ululating as soon as they see me. All these sounds make me anxious. The sliding door opens and what I see before me is a long aisle, with green pastures and sunflowers scattered everywhere. There are about 100 people on either side of the aisle.

At the end there he is, in a black suede tuxedo, he is buff and looks like he exercises every day. The suit sits tight on him revealing his muscular structure. He turns around and looks in my direction, we lock eyes. I feel my soul leave my body, I stop breathing and I can hear my heart pounding. All he does is give me a half smile.

The wedding bells start playing, everyone stands up and I start walking. I can feel my hands trembling.

“I can’t do this” I whisper again to myself.

Finally, I am standing beside him from what felt like a decade of walking, this is the moment I have been wishing for, me in my dream wedding dress marrying a king. Why does this moment feel like my funeral, I feel nausea, anxious and hesitant instead. He looks at me once again, however his face is neutral. I can’t tell his emotions. He leans forward and I can smell his cologne, it smells icy and refreshing.

“Breathe” he whispers in my ear.

I smile nervously at him and look towards the pastor.

“We are gathered here today to join two families and two souls. The two standing before us are part of a plan bigger than us, a plan to join two kingdoms and make them one. We are here as witnesses to their wedding” the pastor shouts out.

After that I zone out into a pit of thoughts and wonder to myself, am I really marrying a king? Did my wish really come true? My hands tremble, I start fidgeting with my hands to calm myself while the pastor goes off on a long rant about how this alliance is important and quotes bible scriptures. Suddenly, I feel a soft cold hand grab my hand. I look up and realize he is gazing at me.

“Stop fidgeting” he whispers and then he lets go of my hand.

I take a deep breath and relax my body.

The pastor finally finishes his long speech, and we say our I do’s. And we kiss, it feels so awkward.

As we walk down the aisle, I can feel people staring at me, whispering and giggling. At this moment I wish I could bury myself, I feel so little.

We enter the reception, it looks breathtaking. Everything is white, chairs are made of see-through plastic and the table is glass with no cloth. We sit down on our chairs at the end of the room.

I look at him. He is very handsome. And he was kind to me in the ceremony. He leans forward…

“I guess this is the part where we get to know each other,” he whispers in my ear with a sarcastic tone.

I smile awkwardly and nod.

He starts talking about himself and all his achievements in life. I get lost in all the talking.

“I would’ve been an accountant if it wasn’t for the throne but I guess I am stuck with you aint I?” he ask rhetorically

I don’t respond. I sit there and realize how I had wished for this day, me marrying the king and a big wedding. However, I never thought of the consequences of marrying someone I don’t know. A person who might not like me and I might not like. I never thought of the fact that I will spend the rest of my life with an arrogant stranger.

“Lord save me,” I whisper to myself in desperation.

He looks at me with a smirk on his face and says, “It’s a little too late for that now darling.”