𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐣𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐲 | 𝓐.𝓡

Rechenka

Italic is Romanized. Would you guys prefer if I used Romanization rather than using the Cyrillic /Russian language?

'Old Village folklore song in which a orphan bride goes to the river that was believed to be a barrier between living and dead and asks for blessings  because she has no one to bless her marriage. Theres nothing to rejoice, to smile for. Horses fill the yard and guests fill the halls yet there's no father or mother. No one to bless her.

Ты река, моя реченька
(You're a river, my little river)

Ty, Reka, Moya Rechenka.

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Нет у меня, отца матери..... Некому меня, благословить-то
( I have no father or mother, no one to bless me )

Net u menya, ottsa materi, nekomu menya, blagoslovit-to.

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Clementine P.O.V

Needless to say, don't steal from a Royal, better yet just don't at all.

Me and Roni are currently in a carriage that might I add is very fancy. I mean they even have candy in the side cubbies of the door but I knew not to touch, doesn't mean Ronnie did.

The two women sat across from us not taking a second off of us, but that's to be expected. The black hair woman held a cold expression to her face; she looked to be the more serious one out of the two while her companion had a more softer look to her.

We all sat in silence for the past 20 minutes until we made it to a large castle. I've heard stories of this place yet I've never been able to tell one myself.

Our area was divided based on where we ranked. But you are welcome to live wherever you may, if you can survive that is. Unfortunately for me I was born into a family of nobles who I've never really remembered since I was given up at an early time of life. My birth family were humans but given their status, well they lived perfectly id assume.

Leaving me homeless on the streets with the most population of those monsters.

I've been on my own ever since learning how to survive in a world where survival of the fittest is most important. It's either kill or be killed, survive or die.

I've had no one except Ronnie by my side. There were times id cry to sleep wondering why I was the one abandoned, why I was left to die. Did I not deserve to be loved?

Enough of that though.

Where I lived was the closest to the castle who belonged to the Addáir family. Yet I was never lucky enough to see it myself.

"We've made arrival your majesties." Opening the door a man in his early 50s let out while helping the two women.

Jumping down next I couldn't help but let my thoughts run.....what did he mean by Majesties? Are they apart of the royal family? I assumed they were just guests that had accompanied us.

Me and Ronnie stood next to the insanely tall women when the Black haired woman spoke out.

"Thank you Harold, you may take the day off after you bring our two lovely guest to the guest room-

"Separately." The Red head interrupted looking away in embarrassment after receiving a raised brow from the other woman.

"I- um yes...Ma'am" He spoke out but Ron wasn't happy with the idea.

Looking towards the two he voiced his complaints "You can't separate us, please"

Rolling her eyes the colder one rolled her eyes before gritting out she didn't care what he wanted as he wasn't in no position to give out orders.

Standing in front of Ron Im now face to face with the two who we're taken aback.

"I don't like you talking to him like that and I very much don't like you trying to separate us either." I bit back crossing my arms.

Stepping closer the red head, man I need to learn their names, leaned down to my height showing a tight smile before leaning back up whispering something to her I assume friend.

"I think we have everything from here Gerald, you may leave"

"Um miss..it's actually Howar-"

"LEAVE" She snarled out before the red head calmed her down rubbing her shoulder.

Looking back I give Ron a reassuring look before holding my ground again.

"I'm not letting you separate us you big buff loo- I- put me down!" I yell out punching whoever has me over their shoulder but they seemed unbothered.

"I'll walk" I hear Ronnie sigh out before the red head spoke out.

"Please stop fighting us darling, no one will hurt you or cause your friend harm." She cooed from the side of us.

I didn't realize how much I was distracted trying to get d until I'm well..... put down.

Looking around, it's just me and the black hair woman in the large spacious room.

Huffing I glare towards her only receiving a chuckle before being led to the bed.

"A maid will be here shortly to assist you in getting ready..."

I remained silent not answering her hinted question.

"Your name please. I'd rather not sit here trying to guess your name when I could be getting ready for a trial."

'A trial?'

"Clementine.....is the trial for us?"

Rolling her eyes she stands still before nodding in agreement.

"Me and my wife would be getting everything together but instead we're dealing with children who can't even walk themselves to a room without causing an outburst."

'Child?! I don't look like a child!'

"The red head......that was your wife" I ask until I receive another nod in confirmation.

"The maid will be in here shortly. I do wish you not  escape as you won't get very far, do not think just because my wife will not punish you I won't."

Nodding I ask her one more question catching her just in time as she makes her way towards the door "What do I call you both?"

"Miss Addáir, but Her Majesty will do."