The night left a sour taste on my mouth, I couldn't sleep after learning of what happenend and Theobar's side of the story. My mind clang to the tought of Cremoria like the weather to its unceartanity.
All night long I was only able to see the remains of my life. I couldn't help but wonder what I can do now, and i recalled the times when my father tried to introduce me to the ways of war. My mother used to tell me that I was too good of a Lady to be involved in those matters... I wish I would've listened to my father instead. At least now I would have an idea of what I'm supposed to do next.
Certainly, I couldn't arm myself up and go to war alongside Mirenna's warriors. That would be equal to give myself to my uncle to kill me.
The future kept me awake until the first sunlight strains caressed the room though the curtains.
I'm not sure how much time I rested there until the handmaidens burst into the room. They were carrying breakfast and oils for my bath. Here in Mirenna is a common thing that your maids help to clean yourself, but I'm not used to it. In my homeland we believe that our bodys are our most sacret possession and it is to keep for only ourselves and our loved one. Male and females equally keep ourselves until we find the person we are to spend the rest of our lives with. There is nothing wrong with those who decide against this tradition, since is as old as the dirt under out feet
It isn't easy and it is not a rule, just something that most of us believe in. There is something almost exciting in discovering every pleasure your body can give you with someone you love. I know that some people do not think this way, and their believes are as respected as everyone elses. No one is entitled to rule over anyone's life by criticism
Reluctantly I allowed them to bath me, since anyways I couldn't do it all by myself with the wound on my side. Not to mention the aches that still ran trough me.
"My Lady, would you like to take a little walk around?" Astrid asked me while washing my hair. I tought about it, honestly I was so tired of this room that I wouldn't mind the pain on my side from the effort that would take to walk a long time
"Yes. I think fresh air would do me good" they nodded politely. Dalia took a step back from the tub and went straight to the dresses. I saw her pick for me, and I wondered how much in my life was something I could have any control in.
Dalia decided for a blue dress, it was simple yet still elegan. It lackedof the usual corde every dress i hadin Desternia had, i guessed she decided for his one so my side would not hurt much. Both Dalia and Astrid helped me to dry myself and braided my hair in the traditional way of this land. Multiple braids were intertwined to form an elegant updo, although they were not very noticeable on my brown hair, yet it still looked elegant.
"Have you ever visited this castle, my Lady?" Astrid asked while dressing me into the blue dress. I shook my head, it was always Theobar and his father who visited my land " you would love the garden, our Queen always took good care of it. The rarest flowers you could think of blum within this walls"
I got excited about that. My nanny used to teach me botany back when I was young... I remember teaching some of the things I learned to my little brother. The thought of him brought a sharp pang of sorrow. His laughter, his curiosity about the world—it all seemed like a distant dream now.
Lately, it seemed like every memory I had with him was tainted with sadness and guilt. Even my past was ruined by my present situation. I wondered if I would ever be able to think of my family without this overwhelming sense of loss.
Once I was ready, both of them walked me through the door. For the first time, I was leaving this room, and the fresh air that greeted me in the hallways was enough to lighten my mood. The walls were a warm tone of white, and gigantic windows allowed the sun to illuminate the space with its warm presence. At first, it hurt my eyes, but once I got used to it, I started to feel a strange thing in my chest. The sun was shining as bright as always, the sky was as blue as ever, it seemed like everything was untouched.
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The Crimson King
Historical FictionDesternia was known to be a once magnificent land. Long stories and poems were written about the Thousand year kingdom, all of them praising King Debrius and his peacefull legacy. But as always, everything that once was good can turn into horror in...