The Big Day
By: Allison K. Garcia
As her servants tugged and pulled on her garments, preparing her for the royal wedding, Margaret’s eyes drifted around the large, dark room. Cobwebs in the one corner, bits of straw on the floor near the bed, cracks in the walls. If this were her father’s castle, someone’s head would already have rolled for conditions such as these.
But, alas, this castle was not hers. Yet.
Soon she would be Queen. The power to carry whatever she pleased was within her grasp.
Trumpets announced the start of the festivities. She could only pray that Henry’s addled mind would last long enough for them to be wed.
There was no one to blame, of course. Her father couldn’t have known he would turn out this way when he arranged their union. Henry was just a boy at that time.
Yes, he was crazy. But, in the end, it didn’t matter.
One must accept one’s destiny. And hers was to be Queen.