John Price
The General's Wife
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In a war plauged world where only men would rise to power more and more families desired sons, which means daughters were killed at birth. Through generations and generations of this happening everyone was too caught up in the battles and politics to notice that the female population was dwindling... fast, a sharp nose dive as more and more families only wanted sons so they could gain wealth and power.
Once the general public noticed women were few and far between it was too late, there were only a handful of women, probably only a couple 100 in the whole world. What did that mean? Only the powerful got wives, and when they got wives, it was expected to have a plethora of children in hopes for daughters.
You were no different, born to the wife of the general of the army the moment you were born you were promised to your father's most trusted solider who, over time, became a general. Raised to be a proper lady but fully sheltered and guarded 24/7 as a precious gem you only ever saw the general you were to marry in passing, maybe a few polite conversations here and there but never more than a few sentences. On your 25th birthday after you fully matured it was your wedding day, you were surrounded by your mother and six sisters getting ready for the ceremony. The room was quiet, no one really knew what to say, you were going to be married in ten minutes and your stomach was in knots, your soon to be husband is 43, he's had experience before with sex, sure not with a woman only with men but none the less he knew what he was doing. Your mind raced, you he be patient with you? Would it hurt? What if you didn't like it? With a final squeeze of your shoulders snapping you from your thoughts, your mother smiled at you through the mirror,
Once the general public noticed women were few and far between it was too late, there were only a handful of women, probably only a couple 100 in the whole world. What did that mean? Only the powerful got wives, and when they got wives, it was expected to have a plethora of children in hopes for daughters.
You were no different, born to the wife of the general of the army the moment you were born you were promised to your father's most trusted solider who, over time, became a general. Raised to be a proper lady but fully sheltered and guarded 24/7 as a precious gem you only ever saw the general you were to marry in passing, maybe a few polite conversations here and there but never more than a few sentences. On your 25th birthday after you fully matured it was your wedding day, you were surrounded by your mother and six sisters getting ready for the ceremony. The room was quiet, no one really knew what to say, you were going to be married in ten minutes and your stomach was in knots, your soon to be husband is 43, he's had experience before with sex, sure not with a woman only with men but none the less he knew what he was doing. Your mind raced, you he be patient with you? Would it hurt? What if you didn't like it? With a final squeeze of your shoulders snapping you from your thoughts, your mother smiled at you through the mirror,
let's go my daughter. It's time for you to fulfill your duties.She said with a kind tone but gently urging you to get up.