The Sacred Seven

Chapter 16 - Wedding

From now on, you will be watched constantly. I won't leave you alone for a single second of the day. You will be guarded day and night and I won't give you an ounce of privacy because you proved yourself, that you cannot be trusted.

The words resonated in her mind and soon, Lillith realized, that Tom Riddle was a man of promises and just like he said, she was never alone. There were servants following her every minute of the day, watching her like hawks in fear of their Lord. Everything sharp was removed from her chambers. Even things made of glass or porcelain were transferred somewhere else. She wasn't allowed to talk to anybody except for the maids and Tom didn't even bother to stop by. It seemed like she was completely irrelevant to him, and it bothered her more than she cared to admit.

The days went by in a blur.

Lillith grew frustrated. Being locked up between the same four walls did her restless mind no good, especially the night before the wedding. She found herself in horrendous distress. The witch paced back and forth, fidgeting, and pulling at her hair in turmoil. Not only was she going to marry a man she hated from the depth of her heart, but her mother was also going to be there.

After months of not hearing a word from her, she will have to face her again, as if nothing had happened.

But a lot of things happened, and she wasn't sure how will she fool everyone to believe, that this was her choice.

The scars on her knuckles started to burn. She was aware it was just a trick of her subconscious, a mere result of her worried mind, yet it didn't soothe the pain any better.

She needed to talk to someone.

A distraction.

And so, she decided to pull a little trick on her young guard.

"Sir?" Lillith spoke softly, looking up at the young man with an innocent look in the face.

He straightened like a bolt at the sound of her voice, his eyes startled like those of a deer.

"Y-yes your Grace?" he stuttered, flustered by the attention. She had never spoken to anyone.

"Would you be so kind and bring me a glass of warm milk?"

The boy cleared his throat at her request, looking at her sceptically. He was rather hesitant of his reply.

"Please?" Lillith pouted, pressuring him into submission. "I know that a brave man such as yourself will have no problem to walk through the dark corridors at night."

The boy started blushing furiously, flustered by her words.

"But Your Grace I-"

"Please Clarence," she mastered the naivest tone she could imagine, looking up at him with doe like eyes. "I would never forget such act of kindness. Would you do it for me? Just this once?"

Lillith watched him crumble, breaking his character at her will.

"Just this time, okay?" he whispered, sending her a prominent look. "Don't go anywhere your Grace, I will be here in a moment."

Lillith smiled widely at the boy, biting back the malicious smirk.

"But of course. Where would I go in the middle of the night?"

The forced smile on her lips dropped the second he was out of her sight. She jumped onto her feet, running towards the door, and placing her ear on top of the wooden surface. Lillith waited patiently until his steps disappeared in the distance and then soundlessly opened the door, peeking down the corridor. She tip-toed across the occupied rooms and swiftly ran through the abandoned halls, making sure not to be heard during the late hour. She was just about to pass the room she dreaded the most, when suddenly, she froze dead in her tracks.