The Night - Original Writing

To begin with, after being told her husband’s secret, she deserted him for a “less dangerous man”. She said the following: “Fair friend," said she, "be happy. That which you have coveted so long a time, I will grant without delay. Never again will I deny your suit. My heart, and all I have to give, are yours, so take me now as love and dame.”

They were neighbors and had always known of one another. Alejo had been out of the ranches for some time working in the city of Moneterrey when Audelia was still a child, but when he returned to his parents home he saw her and was immediately captivated by her. Audelia had become a young and beautiful woman and for him she was a truly graceful and could be set apart from all other ladies at first sight. Although their age difference made him doubt and hesitate to ask for her hand in marriage in fear of him being denied to be with her or simply her turning him down there was still a fire that burned within him to be near her. One day while she was in the kitchen with her sisters her father walks in and surprises her with the news that she was to be married to Alejo. Joy filled her home and she was very excited for what would become of her life with this man she had heard much of but truly knew little of. All she could say of him was that he was physically tall, handsome and had deep blue eyes with dark brown hair. She knew they were distant relatives, but that was not an issue for it was normal at the time to marry a distant relative due to the seclusion of their

Gabriels marriage was arranged. A matchmaker picked three possibilities out for him and he chose Marie Fremiet her name was picked from a hat. The marriage was not successful because they didn’t have a lot of things in common and she didn’t like his constant social activity. They ended up corresponding by letter.

They met at first and it didn’t click. But, it was fated for them. And after another meeting and more time together…well I think you know the rest of this story since, after all, I am a wedding

For hours, Percival fretted, concerned that Fleur was really angry at him. Perhaps she wouldn 't forgive his sharpness earlier. Maybe she wanted to end their betrothal. After ages of ruminating and getting so worked up his stomach hurt, the moment the relief guards turned up, Percival charged back to his chamber without so much as acknowledging his fellow knights.

So kiss me now: pledge me in this bowl of wine, and swear that from henceforth you will be mine alone, and do all things that I command you.’ Then Percival pledged her in the strong wine, and bent forth to kiss her on the lips. But as he did so he thought suddenly of Blanchefleur his own true lady and how he had sworn to love her alone of all women in the world; and he saw his sword which leant against the tree with the hilt uppermost flashing in the evening light like a great shining crucifix. Then he cried to God for help, and made the sign of the cross on his forehead. Immediately a great wind tore through the pavilion away s that it floated in the air like a cloud of black smoke and was gone.

About ten thirty that morning, she sent a servant to ask that I join her for brunch. It was just across the street so when the time came, Benét helped me dress and then I walked over. A handsome male servant ushered me in. It was my first visit to the townhouse since my marriage to Louis. I blushed, wondering if he was one of

“I intend to,” I said over my shoulder as I hurried out the door and across the street. I instructed Benét to draw me a hot bath and then anxiously paced the floor until she had the tub half-filled with hot water. I stepped into the bath and then slid beneath the water. It was so hot it nearly scalded my body. After a moment, I spread my legs and let the hot water touch my private place- slipped my fingers in and let the water deeper inside me- it felt deliciously sinful. I wanted to be fresh and clean for my night with Boudreaux. I bit my lip in anticipation and tasted blood… hurry, hurry

We got married at sunset, but when the ceremony finished, my ‘blushing bride’ I should say, just disappeared. It has been strange since, we had barely just meet, and now we were married. Garen did return, and this time, she made me follow her through the forest, until I was confronted with a beautiful new home.

Rose thought she met the man of her meeting Dominic Duritt. He was a man of means and he loved to show her off and spoil her while doing it. She felt loved, than again every 25 year old thought they were loved when being woe by an older man. So when he asked her to marry him she couldn't help but say yes. It was after all her dream...right?

This morning I had awakened from my beauty sleep and there was something odd, my mother had called for me. This never happens, we never speak to each other, thy nurse is more my mother than Lady Capulet. I heard her talking about someone gets married and something about if I shall meet someone at a party that we were having, but thy ear was not listening. My mother at once had gotten thy attention for my nurse and they were arguing about my age. How does your mother forget your age, I am thy only child and she does not even know my age. However, she was saying that we were hosting a party and she wanted me to meet Count Paris for my father wants me to marry him. I am not much for getting married right now, but for I had followed my parent’s wishes. I never had the thought that marriage came so quickly.

“The most exciting part was when he put the ring on my finger” Rosaura said. Rosaura Manzanillo at the ages of nineteen and thirty married the same guy twice but at different times. The places were in different churches. She got married around 1995 and also around 2006. In one thing she said “I am very happy because I got to marry my lover”. Her feelings at that point was she was amazed and she felt like she was In a fairy tale walking down the aisle. She can tell that her experience was going to be like in the Cinderella movie when she marries her love that returned her glass slipper. After that she is still married to the father of her

My Isabelle is to be wed! My sweet rose! I cannot bear it! The idea of another running his unworthy fingers through her raven hair, of another caressing her lily-white cheek – it brings me to utter madness, I confess! Isabelle Smith to be wed December 13th, read The Gazette. It should be me, you must know! But they interfered… Five, agonising years without my Isabelle whilst she suffered five, agonising years without me. I had almost lost the memory of her tender face, her childish demeanour, that sing-song voice that would soothe me into syrupy slumber… I am entranced by the photograph used of her in the newspaper, for it is the first time in an eternity our eyes have met. She has blossomed into her eighteenth year with every grace – in spite

I had hardly been able to get much sleep. I had had a terrible nightmare last night. I remembered it so vividly. In my nightmare I had been walking down the aisle, wearing a stunning cream colored wedding dress trimmed in gold lace. The dress in which I do recall was quite lovely. Everyone in the church watched me as I smiled at everyone while four of my servants had held the train of my dress. Once I had made it to the front of the church the groom had become more visible to me. It had been King Francis. I had continued smiling at Francis as the priest had begun the ceremony. After a while, me and Francis had slid a golden ring on each others finger. Soon the priest had finished speaking and it was time for us to share a kiss. I had gladly leaned in and kissed him. Then I had woken up. I definitely did not want to marry the hideous King Francis! Yet sadly, I knew that was

When Saturday came, I did not know I would feel confused or fell as out of place as I did. However, on the way to the church I figured this would be the typical wedding, where they would say their vows and the preacher would say “you may kiss the bride”, then I could make it home to watch the end of the buckeye’s game. Nevertheless, this is not how the wedding would go.