She was walking, slowly but defiantly walking.
She was beautiful.. a long black skirt with a dark red bodice, she stood out among the townspeople. After all she was the first son of the new generations wife. He was praised for marrying so young, she was ridiculed for the same thing.
Little whispers from the people around her, she didn't care. She had wealth, status, power and the beauty of a model. What more could she want? She had everything she wanted, a loving husband her family in law was good to her. What more did she want? Well.. She wanted a beautiful baby. She wanted a child.
Her husband hates children after growing up with 5 running around his house he grew a deep hatred for them. He was the second youngest out of 6 children known as the third generation. She wasn't quite sure as to why it was called the third generation but his mother was strict. The whole family lived in the castle of a house together.
When the two married young he wanted to leave his household as soon as he possibly could. There was constant fights. Daily. Everyone fought in that household, apparently it had been like that since he could remember. That's why when they got married she made up an excuse for them to live in their own home away from the fighting that went on.
You're probably wondering who these two people are.. Well
They are my parents.
(This is so random anyways should I continue this?)
