Madeline As the last daughter of five sisters and the only one unwed or not in season you been dubbed the ice princess. You have no interest in such suitors even if the deserving match. No one knows your reasons and you intend to keep it that way...
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The bright morning sun casts its light over the bed where madeleine lay asleep. But Madeliene had already woken up from her heart-pounding thoughts; thoughts that didn't get her much sleep. Her mind could not rest until she knew whom her hand was handed to not that it would bring much ease. rustling in her sheets with her frustration her bedroom door creaked revealing her large cat Penelope who had come to her rescue. Her cat was a ragdoll breed who seemed to show up at times where she was needed most. Her cat groomed herself before joining Madeleine in her bed and indulged her with her fluffed fur.
"I am convinced you are the reason to the random white hairs in my head with all your cuddles" Madeliene exhales as she finishes her stretch beginning to leap out of bed. " either that or I am unfortunately the reason for the grey hairs" Madeliene adds signing.
Penelope purrs in delight as satisfied in doing her job. Madeliene heads to her closet attempting to tame the bedhead created. Putting her hair in the usual half up half down, a lavender puff leave dress and white pumps as per her usual taste. glancing through her mirror preparing herself to face the cruel world; she adds a dush of blush with tinted balm. She takes a moment to reconcile herself taking heavy breaths and extra cuddles from her beloved cat.
"Do wish me luck my dear Penelope, no! give me strength as a matter of fact" Madeliene groans before placing her cat down indicated she was leaving.
Mornings and Nights were soothing and therapeutic for Madeliene as they were her times of truly being herself and letting her struggles, weakness, and difficulties seem nonexistent. And soon she wouldn't be able to have such times which in that thought made her uneasy.
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I could feel my heart trying to tense up again as I walked through the halls avoiding the common areas; I wasn't in the mood for conversations or father.
"I am tired of your lounging in this mansion, why cant you be like your sisters?! can you not do me the service! so you plan to sculpt and what.. is it the call..uh yes poems yes. So you plan to do that for your future?! how disappointing"
"you are twenty two yet here you are still in same spot as when your mother left, If you wont move I will make you move; I want whats best for you and this family so if I have to do myself be damned I will'
"Your hand has been promised to great suitor a matter of fact a duke"
My father's words replayed countless times in my head. I tend to always forget the reality I live in. Everybody is so fixated in their own lives even if it affects others to not notice the pain they inflict and your already aching troubles. Maybe one can hope that one day someone will see me as I am not what I try to be. Seems so unrealistic when all you see is nothing but fickle love, how disappointing. Could be a solid reason why I prefer to be alone, you live up to your expectations and disappoint no one but yourself. That sounds more peaceful from a my viewpoint. "Why must I feel so stuck" I sighed, leaning against the hallway wall closing my eyes and making my myself feel weightless. "Madeleine are you off in the clouds again" I felt a familiar voice rattle into my ears. I leaned forward adjusting myself before glancing towards who was my younger half brother Elliot. "Of course not, I was simply resting my eyes" I replied forcing a smile despite my noisy mind. " ah alright then, where shall you be if you are need" he continued preparing to leave. " I shall be in my studio like I usually am" I added as he acknowledged walking off. Elliot was not only my half younger brother but my fathers first son with his new wife. I know my father was satisfied with daughters but it was also clear he wanted a son most. My mother who he once loved couldn't give him one and yet at this age with his new wife he still insisted on another child. An awfully young child. "I mustn't dwell on such matters, I shall sculpt my stress away"
