Cursed Royalty

0.3. The beauty in pain pt.3

Hellooo, my dearest people. First of all i wanted to apologize for how much it took me to upload but i was in finals from college and they were really ending me so i needed to concentrate so i could end the trimester well but now im on vacation ( a rediculously short ones) so expect more updates.

in reward, this chap is long and i really hope you like it cause it took me about 3 days to finiish it (shame on me) tell me in the comments what are you thinking so far.

without further to do:

The ghosts, they never go away. And they call you in unexpected moments.

July 18th

There was nothing, and suddenly, there was something.

A song, one that she knew, one that she had heard.

The sheer sound of the keynotes of a piano that created not just a song but a memory in her head. She could almost feel it, taste it, but suddenly every part of her existence seemed like an almost and she found herself trying this moment not to be an almost so she fought for the memory forming in her head, she scratched that black canvas her brain had created, and she fought some more until she reached it, her memory, soon to be the most priced possession she will ever had.

And suddenly there was no more fighting nor a black canvas, but an utter calm accompanied by a new scenery, one that she knew just like the song that was still playing, but now it was clearer. Now she was able to recognize the same keynotes of a piano and the cords of a violin and the sound of many more instruments that she couldn't name. She recognized the place where her memory decided to take her, it was the Catherine Palace in San Petersburg, to be more exact she was standing in the middle of the grand stair that will take her to the ball room where a party was being held.

And that's when she realized, it was the last spring ball that Maria and her family were able to attend to before everything crumbled, before they discovered that hell could be just another place on earth and that the demons torturing them in the nine circles that conformed it were no one else than their own family.

The same golden and ornamented walls with huge windows that covered the whole room, allowing you to see the outsides of the palace, black and white marbled floor and a huge painting covering the roof of the room with a few cherubs in it, that seemed to be looking down and enjoying the festivities and if you looked closely you would think that they are winking at you; there were a lot more details in that painting that more like a roof, acted like a judge of every single step the people on that room made but her memory seemed to be playing against her today because she wasn't able to see beyond those little cherubs. The rest of the painting was nothing but blurry spots and that's when she realized there was something off, something was different about that memory and it was not the parts of the painting on the roof that now where blurry or the size of the chandeliers hanging in that same roof, illuminating the room, but where there used to be an outrageous amount of stiffen purebloods piled up around the room in small circles talking about the new states they acquired and how important it was to maintain their blood status by marring their cousins, were now replaced by a mass of couples, dancing, laughing, kissing, twirling all over the room with beautiful dresses and suits covering their bodies. Everyone seemed to me so joyful.

And when the people in the room noted her presence, they stopped dancing just to bow at her and look at her with pride and respect. She was amazed at their reaction, ashamed even. She was not used to the attention; she was used to not be seen and to hide behind her sister's beauty and her mom's critiques about her figure, so this was new and unexpected just like the bubbling confidence growing in her interior making her take another step and start going down those stairs with an elegance that could just belong to the royalty.