AN: Ashal-veh=Darling !!!TRIGGER WARNING FOR ABUSE!!! The song is Time To Say Goodbye by Andrea Bocelli and Sarah Brightman
That night, you wrote Spock a letter speaking of the good news and mildly hinting that maybe he should get that extra room prepared so you can use it as an art studio. A couple weeks passed and he sent back a letter along with something a bit different. A small amateur-ish drawing of yourself. Though once you read the letter, your heart warmed from his actions.
My Ashal-veh,
I have already begun preparations for your art room so you do not have to fret over that, and as for our engagement, I would suggest trying to keep yourself calm because when you get excited you tend to overshare, and if your father finds out then I believe that our relationship may turn for worse. Nevertheless, I can convey that I am glad that this is turning out the way it is.
I have tried my hand at drawing, although I have discovered that I am not nearly as skilled as you which was to be expected as I have barely used a pencil in such a way while you have years of experience. I decided to send you the best of my efforts as a token of my appreciation, my mother suggested it saying that you would enjoy the piece despite the quality. I love you more than any girl I have ever known, so I went along with it instead of rejecting the idea.
Nothing else of notice has happened here, so I do not have anything else to report.
Sincerely,
Prince S'chn T'gai Spock
You held the letter close to your heart and gently put it away in the box with the others and softly put it in your hiding spot in the floorboards under the bed. Everything felt so tranquil, which was weird for someone with your mental state. Typically, every day brought a sense of anxiety as your father would lecture you on and on about how "a proper princess shouldn't do this-" and how "maybe you should be more like your cousins" and then would comment on how you were filling out your dresses and make you feel uncomfortable.
But there was none of that anymore, it almost felt like your father was avoiding you which you don't mind as all he brings is the hot doses of fear that rattles down your spine. You went to bed trying to ignore all the twisting thoughts in your head, eventually (after seemingly hours of restlessness) you won the battle and drifted off.
Sadly, your waking from your slumber was much more eventful. Your father, with a smell of alcohol and elderberries staining his breath, woke you by quite literally, dragging you out of bed.
"You whore you retarded bitch!" He slurred out as you groggily tried to fight him. You could barely understand his drunken speech through your tired mind. You felt your breathing quicken as your body released the hot, throbbing adrenaline into your veins. Everything instantly seemed louder and more clear.
"Father- please stop!" You yelled out as you tried to pull your arms away from his grip. Your wrists burned in pain as his grip tightened.
"You think you can just get away with talking with that man?! You think you can go behind my back and fuck him?!" He growled, breathing the deadly smell into your face. Tears were already flooding your eyes as your panic attack worsened, your chest tightened and your legs felt weak.
"Sex! No! No! I-I didn't-"
"Ssshut up!" He threw you on the wooden floor. "Your mother and I discussed those rumors after one of the servants showed me proper evidence! You're coming with me!" He yelled as he pulled you up onto your feet. You tried your best not to make any noise, any noise would make it worse. He's gotten drunk around you before, but it was your mother who always managed to take his violent beatings. You pushed so many of those memories away, and now they were just coming back to you as stinging tears ran down your cheeks. Eventually, he dragged you to a large closet with a small cot and a few books inside.
"Father- please no! I-I'm begging you, please!" You sobbed out.
"No, you're staying in here! A servant will escort you to mealtimes, to the restrooms, and will dress you for these occasions. That should be enough of a luxury for you! For your behavior, you will not have breakfast today! Just ring a bell for a servant." He growled once more as he forcefully sat you on the cot. You sobbed out again as he closed and latched the door. You threw yourself at it, so scared of the cramped space and the loneliness. You curled up on the floor, hyperventilating as you rubbed and softly beat the back of your neck. You wanted this all to end-
You wanted to disappear.
You eventually started to calm down, and softly, you began to sing words to an old song that your mother taught you to help you calm down even further,
Quando sono sola
sogno all'orizzonte
e mancan le parole,
si lo so che non c'è luce
in una stanza quando manca il sole,
se non ci sei tu con me, con me.
Su le finestre
mostra a tutti il mio cuore
che hai accesso,
chiudi dentro me
la luce che
hai incontrato per strada.
Time to say goodbye.
Con te partirò.
Paesi che non ho mai
veduto e vissuto con te,
adesso sì li vivrò.
Con te partirò
su navi per mari
che, io lo so,
no, no, non esistono più,
it's time to say goodbye.
con te io li vivrò.
con te io li rivivrò.
Con te partirò
su navi per mari
che, io lo so,
no, no, non esistono più,
con te io li rivivrò.
Con te partirò
Io con te.
You kept singing this song until you spaced off into an endless daze, waiting for your release.
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