Scars Of A Forced Marriage

"Perhaps I should just flee.

Or should I refuse the priest's request?

However, this could exacerbate the situation.

And I can't let that happen.

I must be strong.

Elara, just keep in mind why you're doing this.

I stand in front of the mirror, looking at myself while wearing a stunning white bridal gown. I assumed I would have the most during my wedding, but it's not there at all.

The radiance of joy.

"You look sooooo pretty Dii...!!!!"

As my younger brother came into the room, I heard him say.

I turned to him and forced the biggest smile I could; I've learned to completely conceal my issues, suffering, and problems these days, especially when my brother is there.

After all, I was forced to accept the wedding proposal because of him. However, I will ensure that he is not aware of this. What's always happening to him is that I'm having an arranged marriage. He was receiving treatment for his leg at the hospital when this agreement was being finalized. I took advantage of that by telling him that I fell in love with a man who just so happened to be the son of our father's friend. Despite just being five years old, he has a high level of intelligence and gets even more possessive of me. He is everything to me, and I am aware that I am his.

As he walks into the room, I give him a look. Wearing a black suit and, for once, having his hair done precisely, he enters the room with his crutch in his left hand and his gorgeous brown eyes gleaming with joy.

"Really, Bunny... You think so...!!??"

I called him by the nickname that only I use, and I asked him with an almost flawless smile, attempting to seem as normal as possible.

Indeed, my sister is currently the most gorgeous bride... at this moment!

Are you aware of what transpired today?

He says as he rushes in my direction.

"What?"

"Father said that I can..." He then runs into the room's chair and collapses.

I run to him, help him up, force him to sit on the chair, reprimand him, and examine his leg to see if it is hurt.

"Why are you always in a hurry..? Thank god your leg isn't hurt. The doctor said that we need to be extra careful if we want your leg to be completely fine. But if you're gonna trip and fall like that, then the chances of you walking without this cluster will be even lower..!!"

He stares at me with a lovely smile on his naive face as I speak, concerned about the delicate state of his leg.

I ask, bewildered, "Are you okay???" You're smiling at me while I'm reprimanding you.

"Nioooo I not okkkay.. I mean, I'm not okay after you go away after this ... I missssss you Diii...!!! I'll miss getting scolded by yiooou... I'll miss getting pampered by yioou... I'll miss your