𝕰𝖝𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘 [𝕮𝖑𝖔𝖚𝖉 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗]

[Chapter 1]

- 2nd POV -

You clench your first around your pen. Anger swelled inside of your chest. You were fed up with this. Fed up with how you had to dress everyday, fed up of the expectations people had for you, fed up with the amount of propositions of marriage. Everything, almost everything was dancing on your nerves today. The door to your office opened and you looked up at whoever opened the door.

Putting on that annoying mask of pride and elegance, as your grip loosened on your pen and your lips pursed into a thin line. You saw your father and something inside of you tightened. Your father, the current president of Shinra. A man you hated oh so very much, but loved at the same time. He was the reason why you were in this position, why you felt an increasing amount of anger inside of you everyday. But you knew the consequences if you stepped out of the line. So you continued to play the game and act liked a good daughter should.

Or what he expects a good daughter to be. He looks at you in the eye as he was straightening the cuffs around his suit. "Do you need anything father?" you ask. Ah yes, that silky elegant voice. A one that could charm many men without even trying. His eyes seemed  to pierce into your soul. As if trying to figure out whether you are who you seem to be, whether you were acting or not. But you mentally winced, fully knowing that he didn't know you well enough to tell. Then he speaks up, "are you aware that your birthday is in a few weeks?"

You mentally grimace, your 18th birthday. A birthday you had dreaded to come, for it was the day that a ball would be held. When boys your age or around there would come up to you one by one for a chance of a hand in marriage. Your shoulders straighten and you raise your chin up slightly, "yes, I am aware of that." 

Your brother had refused to have a business marriage. And everyone knew that he had high standards. Too high for anyone to even have his acknowledgement. So your father had come to you, he wanted an heir. Unfortunately, your father was fussy. He didn't want a normal heir. He wanted a strong one. You remembered when he had SOLDIERS enter your room and capture you. You were 8 years old then. A bit spoilt and obnoxious. 

He had them chuck you into Mako. To make your blood stronger. To make sure that the heir you produced was a weapon he had controlled. As if that wasn't enough, he would have the SOLDIERS from the first class lined up for you. Probably even Turks. You didn't put it pass him to scheme something like that. To produce a strong heir, whether you or him loved the son did not matter. If he wasn't strong or was too weak your father would most likely throw him out of the building. 

But you knew you wouldn't or couldn't bare it. To have your own blood chucked out like trash. If such thing were to happen, your mask would break apart and you father would most likely kill you too. 

"You should know that there will be SOLDIERS there and Turks too. So be on your best behavior. If you don't choose. I will choose for you," he states. You nod your head curtly, not too long nor too short. Just enough for him to know that you still know whose in charge. Who has your life in their hands. "Good."

And with that, your father exits your room. Closing it. You listen until his footsteps fade away. Your mask fell off. Tears threatening to spill, eyes stinging. You hated being used as a tool. You didn't like it. So why did you give way to this man? Because you loved him. As much as you were broken down by him, he was still your father. Coldhearted and only seeing you as a tool. But he was still family, still the one who gave life to you. Still the one who had cried when the news of your mother died. And you hated that fact, hated that just being blood related made you still feel love and care for that selfish father of yours. You had wondered once, 'if I was adopted, would I have the same feelings...?' But you had quickly pushed it aside remembering that there would be no reason for your father to adopt a child.