Secrets Intertwined

Converted saint

                                                      This is in Kunna's point of view.  

My life was shattered when I was stolen at the young age of eight. The day was strange enough I was so tired and Enavira looked so stressed. I noticed a strange figure wearing a white cape following us when I looked at it in the eyes it smiled at me. I quickly looked forwards towards Enavira she was giving money to Ms. Martha for the fruits. After we got home and I put up the groceries, I went to try and finish getting the clothes from the drying rack, but I fell unconscious near a tree, the last thing I saw was that man smiling at me. I woke up in a luxurious bedroom to fancy to be my own. I saw the man staring at me from the corner of the room, I screamed so loud he frowned for a slight second. It was like he took off his mask not long though because the next minute he was shushing me and smiling. He handed me this bunny plushie it was gorgeous way fancier than any of my toys at home. He introduced himself as Ej he didn't explain much all he said was that my parents were dangerous, so I'd be better off here. I looked at him confused but he stayed smiling like he didn't have a thought in his mind. From that time till I was eleven he taught me everything at holiness and pure magic, the divine spirit, and the roles in the church like the pope or the saints. When I turned eleven, he converted me to a saint and said it was for the better. I absentmindly agreed like I did with everything he said to do or say. I hated myself for agreeing to any of the shit he had me do, but I hated myself even more when I was thirteen because I had a crush on him it was absolutely stupid, but I didn't care at the time.  I complained all the time about the colors I had to wear as a holy person I could only wear white and beige, no pinks or purples or blues. I hated how he undermined anything I did or said. He said my accent was horrifying because it made me sound like a poor country bumpkin. He was truly unbearable, so I started rebelling I snuck out and got "poor' clothes and wore them to morning church or bible study, I painted curses all over the walls, I bullied the other young saints, and the worse of all I lost my pureness to really enrage the pope. I was not punished though Ej was as my holy guide. He once almost lashed out and showed his real face, but he quickly slipped his mask on. I cursed at him so loudly that day he screamed "QUIET, I am trying to help you Kunna, but you keep slipping up even now." Were you trying to help me when you kidnapped me and forced me to be some saint for your stupid religion? He went silent and walked out. I was so frustrated that I would have lashed out if he tried to stay. It was one of the worse fights I had from my younger years. Now I'm sixteen and I'm still angry at all of this but I can't do much till I'm an adult. I plan to get the hell out of here my exact birthday day but I'm not saying that if I do, they'll lock me up like the good old days. At some point I started to wonder if this was all just a cult, and my parents owed them something. Ej doesn't look much older than me so sometimes I feel bad for all the rebelling stuff but then I remember all that he's forced me to go through. As I was thinking about all this he bursts through my doors "Earth to Kunna, what are you doing? You need to get ready for the banquet!" I was already pissed but hearing his voice made it worse, I took a deep breath trying to calm myself, but he wouldn't shut up. "You have so much to do but you're sitting here in your nightgown! Do you even realize how important this dinner is?" SHUT UP EJ, I'm sorry I said quickly I'm just really stressed, and your non-stop nagging isn't helping. Sorry but you only have an hour you need to pick out your dress and I swear if you pick a clubbing dress, I'm sending you in your nightgown, he said frustrated. I sighed and went to the closet picking up a silky strapless white gown embellished with pearls. Will this attract the attention of the old perverts for my proposal banquet? He says the dress looks fine and storms out. I change and call Lorie to help style my hair. So, do you want a braid, or do you want to leave it flowing mam?  Could you braid it and add white flowers with a hint of lavender? Of course, mam. After she styled my hair, I met Ej in the hallway. You look lovely tonight, Kunna I'm sure they'll love you in that. Thanks now are we going to go meet old men in capes? Yes, and be nice they are one secure way to get out of here just as you wish. And join another cult no thank you. Suit yourself he says jokingly. We enter the banquet hall and I'm shocked with how fancy it looks. Your seat is right next to the pope little saint. I glare at him and walk over to my seat. I go to scoot my chair out, but I'm stopped my father Marquie Let me do it for you and you look lovely tonight saint. Thank you, Father Marquie, you look stunning tonight too.  The pope glances at me and says sit down child a lot of us are hungry. Of course, I sit down gracefully as the servants start bringing food and drinks. Now that Saint Kunna is here, I'll start.  Now Kunna this is the second prince Ethan Delorse of Ganea. Pleasure to make your acquaintance your highness. It's a pleasure to meet you to saint Kunna. I was just telling the pope what a lovely woman you seem like he said while eyeing me up and down like I'm just a mission. I bite my tongue, so I don't say anything bad but then he kept rambling on, so I bit back. I've been told I'm lovely many times prince is that the best you have, I say icily. He huffs annoyed and says in a sweet deep voice oh believe me lady Kunna I could melt your frozen heart and other places too he says with a slight smirk. I roll my eyes about to say something else, but the pope starts conversing with him. After the banquet is over the pope asks me to go with him to his office. I follow him silently he turns around and says "Listen here girl that prince is your only chance of marriage if he rejects you so will the rest of Ganea so if you wish to escape this place you will bite your tongue and let him flatter you politely. What if he likes a challenge I shout out. No man will like you enough to go through a challenge you've been the hardest saint to marry off you know so if you wish for slight freedom, you will marry him, and I don't want to hear anymore he says sternly. Fine I say and slam the door behind me. I storm to my room so angrily I feel like smacking someone. I am about to open my bedroom door when I hear the most aggravating voice behind me, I spin around and slap the prince so hard across his face he stumbles back. Rough night little saint? It annoys me so much I go to slap him again, but he catches my hand woah you don't need to ruin my pretty face little saint. What do you want I say angrily? I brought you a present he says while handing me a box, make sure to think of me when you use it, he winks and disappears down the hallway. I enter my room and jump onto my chair eager and yet scared to open the box. After thinking about it for a moment I rip the pretty packaging and open the box. I am shocked to see a dagger with a gold handle and a rose embellished point. It's beautiful I say to no one really. I decide to go take a bath and it's already been filled thank the heavens for Lorie. I shed my clothing and get in eager to feel the warm soapy water. I felt dreary and fall asleep the water feels like a warm secure blanket. I awaken to water dripping on my face I look up and see the prince staring at me. I scream and tell him to turn around so I can get a towel. Why little saint I've already seen you naked? I look at him like he's crazy and he just smirks at me. I stumble out of the tub reluctantly and snatch a towel. I march past him into the room and to my closet to pick a nightgown. I pick a white nightgown with lace on the hemming. You can't stay away from me, can you? Not when you look like that little saint. I roll my eyes, Turn the light off on your way out I say while getting into bed. Night little saint. I turn and roll over in the sheets unable to sleep with him on my mind.  Did the pope really want to marry me off to him and why if he does?