STRIKHEDONIA // Dream x Reader

3

You step forward, wrapping Imbra in a tight hug. He pulls away, hands lingering on your shoulders. "Stay safe,"

He chuckles, "Of course," 

"Imbra!" your father calls through the open door. Imbra sighs and picks up the suitcases beside him, each black with extended handles. "Well, I'm off. Don't get in too much trouble." Imbra smiles and turns. You smile and wave, watching as he walks through the door and towards the horse-pulled buggy. 

Noctia steps forward, closing the door and blocking your departing friend from view. 

Even if you were going to be alone you still had your chance to go out and have fun. This wasn't the time to be sad about it, if anything you had to take your opening. 

"Noctia," 

She makes her way towards you, towering over you as she waits. You can feel your stomach churn as you build up the courage to ask. 

"Can we go on a picnic today?"

Noctia seemed to falter for a moment, her stance slacking. You couldn't help but be nervous now, she would most likely tell your father about this as soon as he returned. 
If she accepted that is.
"Yes, I have to go to the bakery today anyways." 

A smile formed on your face, "What time?" You were giddy and ready to get moving. Noctia turned, walking back up towards your room. 
"Soon," She called over her shoulder.

Once out of sight you jumped up and down, squealing with excitement. You could finally see the world around you and participate in everything. Feel the exciting rush of people bustling around and going places. Maybe you could wander and explore, see things for yourself. 
You opened your bedroom door, searching around the room for your shoes. It had been so long since you had worn them that once you found them you weren't sure if they'd fit anymore.

They were small white shoes. yellowed from when you used to wear them. Resting on your bed and lifting your foot you tried to squeeze them on. Sadly time had caught up to you and they no longer fit. 

Making your way across the hall that overlooked the main room you knocked on Noctia's quarter doors. The hallway laid with a red cloth running down the middle on all sides. 

When she opened her door you paused. Instead of her normal wear, she wore a black blazer with no sleeves and her normal button-up beneath. Her red tie hung loosely off of her neck. 
"Yes," 

"Do you have any extra shoes I could borrow?" You asked.

Noctia pushed her door open all the way, "Of course," On the wall behind her sit shelves and shelves of shoes. Your heart stutters. Your own 'servant' had more items than you did. It felt rather saddening but you tried to overlook it. 

Quietly sliding on a pair of white shoes to match your dress wear, you sat. Her room was huge. Red velvet carpet covering her floor and red bedsheets to match it. Above her beg where you sat hung a white canopy, enveloping the bed in a white film. The walls were a rich shade of brown, much different than your white and blue walls. 

The room was brightly lit up with lights against the walls and white curtains exposing the outside much like your balcony window. Like your room, there was a shelf against the wall, but there was no vinyl where hers was, instead, it was full of books. each a grand title and story of its own. 

Did they have more worth than you in your father's eyes?

"Ready?" Noctia asks as she finishes tieing off her tie. You stand, smoothing out your dress against your legs. The white fabric suddenly seeming a lot less pretty than it used to be. 

"Yeah,"