Blisters of Tale and Love

Chapter 1

I stood in the center of the mirror gazing at the lines that tone my stomach, muscle or hunger, i could not differentiate. The cause of the lines made no matter. I slipped my black, unwillingly tight shirt over my body and paired it with my navy track pants.
I slipped on my shoes, and headed out of my bedroom to go train in the yards. The aroma of meats and spices tanged my senses when i walked into the front foyer, servants and maids assisting people to their dinners left and right. It's always been quite busy around these hours.
I managed to slip past the crowds of important people, wearing some of the finest jewels in all of Ceres. The weather is hazy and cool, with a tainted after smell of rain and thunder. It storms here every night past 12. I found the training grounds and met with my friends, or acquaintances, Nalia and Firae.
I walk over to them, "Nalia, Firae" i nod. "You ready to get stomped on, Miss Ceres?" Firae, the extroverted, bold one proudly exclaims. I laugh, her blonde hair and innocent appearance defeats her.
Nalia is silent but deadly. She snaps a finger and you're neck is snapped, the power she holds is intense but she's been through a lot to hold it together. Firae is a talker. She doesn't do much damage outside of those overactive vocal cords.
I watched as Firae was the first to begin the round. She circled me, continuously until I made a move. I pounced at the first chance i got, which lead to her immediate fall. She winced in agony, holding her back.
Nalia stood up, as Firae hobbled over to the cobblestone grounds surrounding the training yards, where she laid there catching her breath.
Nalia walked over to me, no circling, no intimidation, all she did was glare, and it was deadly. Her upturned dark brown cat eyes was THE intimidation factor. It took a lot for me to glare back, like i was accepting a suicide. In a matter of seconds she had me pinned, and she hadn't even took a step, i managed to get back on my feet and we began sparring, it was calm and fast, without any mistakes or weak points in the both of our fighting.
As we fought, I caught a hint of a peculiar smell, something too familiar to my liking. Nalia caught a whiff too and stopped. We both, in sync, turned to the man approaching us.
A man, of blonde-ish silver hair approached us. Nalia and Firae immediately dropped to their knees. I would never.
"Liore, you're being summoned."
My heart barely sank.
I stepped down from the sparring grounds and walked past him and onto the castle.
My knees never weakened and my breath never halted. I continued towards the castle, without a single inch of fear being portrayed. Fear got you killed in this land.
I touched my stomach once again, the shallow empty nothings of it, how i have the energy to fight, i will never know.
The large iron doors opened as i stood in front of them. The sound of the robber barons laughs and squeals at the jokes of others made me tremble. The nerve of them.
I walked through and the room suddenly silenced. I tore down my hair as i walked through the path of separated people, staring at my appearance. I wasn't that good to look at, i just had what they didn't.
Dignity.
It lured them in.
I continued on to the chambers. The voices of the people in the foyer had a change of tone, from laughing and making jokes, to prowling and betting on who i will be wed too. Even though it is nothing to them.
Loud, aggravated, growling sounds came from the chambers of the most dreaded. I got to the doors and opened them.
Exposing the most cowardly of men, my father and cousins.
The yelling came to a halt, finally.
They stared at me and before i knew it i was being held against the wall by the collar of my shirt, exposing the under parts of my belly.
"This is your fault! You're not wed yet and your mother is DYING. I'm tired of your ill ways liore. You are made for this country and I WILL MAKE YOU A PART OF IT. Whether against your will or not." My fathers alcohol tainted saliva had reached every crevice of my face by this time.
"Father, you are starving me. You have banned me from leaving the town, YOU are the representation of ill ways. If i am what's important to this country then you should be making every need of mine met yet the men who have ZERO relation to this country besides their dying loyalty for you, is fattened and plump. I am the future leader. I AM your future. I suggest you start treating me the way a future queen should be treated, not a servant." And with that, i used the last bit of starved strength to kick his lousy body off of mine.
Before leaving, i spat on his shoes.
As i walked out of the door, my shirt raveled and torn, i stomped up the stairs to my bedroom and ignored every suggestion made by the men in the foyer.
I walked into my bedroom where a servant was cleaning, dusting the bed frame and fixing the curtains of my many windows.
"Idalia there's really no need-"
"Shut it Liore. You have taken that shit from your father for too long, you don't think everyone can hear the gnarly things he is saying to you? You are a PRINCESS. And you should be treated as one. End of discussion."
I leaned my back against the door and watched.
She stopped what she was doing again for a moment before looking up at me, "You have a way out. Use it while you can."
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