Eyes Of Lia (Slowly Editing/Updating)

Repeating Lies

I COULD HEAR Sarini pound her fists against the wall as she stormed up into my room. I internally groaned. Sarini always came up here for two reasons, a truth or a lie. This first started as a rather simple game, much like truth or dare. Sarini would ask a question and I was always to answer, in complete honesty. This game turned out to be more of a way to demonstrate the control that she had. After all, Sarini was a control freak. I was now of the age of 15. Sarini was of 18. I watched the door, already knowing that she would demand of knowing the recent rumor about her. I hear loud footsteps and she barges into my room. It didn't bother me much anymore, she didn't care about my preferences.

"Have you heard the recent gossip about me?" She squawks at me, as I watch her arms fly up in the air and down to her sides; Similar to a flightless bird.  

I struggle to not let out a childish giggle as I imagine my obnoxious sister as a big flightless bird. "There are a lot of rumors about you. Sarini, you of course, are always in the center of attention." When I meet her eyes, I see her eyes flicker different shades of blue, indicating she was probably going to yell at me for being sarcastic. 

I was right.

Sarini hissed air out between her teeth, in a snakelike fashion. "Of course I am, know stop playing stupid! Get on with the news!"

I push myself up out of my makeshift bed and stand facing my blue eyed, blonde haired sister.  Her hair, which normally cascaded down her shoulders, was now tightly wrapped in a giant braid upon the top of her head, which showed off her newest gift from father, a turquoise and silver necklace.  The necklace then complimented her attire, which was a lightweight yellow dress that gently draped down to the floor.  All of her clothes fit her nicely, often times making me semiconscious of my own drab and baggy attire.  A impatient grunt snapped me out of my jealous admiration and I proceeding in telling my sister the most recent rumor about her, "Well, I guess you should know first off that Quincy is considering-" I was quickly cut off by a inhuman yip that was created by the being only a foot or two away from me.  After I waited a few minutes to assure that she wasn't going to hurt me or make another odd noise I continued.  "Quincy is considering asking you for a relationship, however, his previous lover, Patricia- I believe-" I add hesitantly unsure how Sarini would react, "I believe his previous lover is plotting some sort of a revenge."  I finally say. 

"Quincy is considering me?" Sarini says slowly, seeming to not hear what I said or in the very least not believing me. 

"Quincy is considering you." I say monotonous, trying to prove that I am not lying. 

"And Patricia is fixing for revenge?" A sly smile crosses my sisters lips, I frown.  This will only mean trouble. 

"Yes, that is what the rumors consist of."  

My sister's smile only widens into a wicked grin that sends chills down my back.  I stay silent, not interrupting her current plan to fix Patricia.  As Sarini's face falls back to normal, she holds her head up higher and quirks an eyebrow at me. "Anything else?"

When I say nothing, she leaves.  Announcing to Hanna, our step mother that I wasn't going to be present for the evening walk around the marketplace, claiming that my room was a mess and I was in no shape to be seen by the public eye. Only to hear Hanna sigh and together they left.  I bite my bottom lip, only to release it to puff my cheeks out and release the air in my mouth.  I move my hair off my back and hold it up on the top of my head.  I make my way to the cracked mirror that was hung up on the far wall of my room.  I gaze at my reflection, allowing my dark brown hair to fall back down in loose tangles.  I sigh and study my bright grey eyes, the only thing I could find remotely pretty about me.  I couldn't help myself and let my mind conjure images of me with blonde or red hair, with normal blue or brown eyes.  After almost convincing myself that I was red haired and brown eyed, I opened my eyes to be disappointed.  I release a sigh and move across my room once more to change out of my morning clothes and into something relatively more comfortable, a faded green dress that faded into a light blue in random patches, along with a pair of old boots that were so old that it would be arguably better to walk barefoot instead of wearing them.  

I exit my room shortly after and make my way down the long winding stairs, counting the steps in my head having nothing better to entertain myself with.  As I make my way down the stairs I pass servants who bow slightly and mumble soft good afternoons'  or the occasional excuse me m'lady.  Which I always found humorous as I was never dressed like my family, I didn't swim in jewels and pride myself on the abundant wealth around me, not like any of that would ever happen anyways.  Which made it funny to me, because in reality, I was no better than them.  After I pondered longer on the subject of me being a servant and finding odd things humorous, I reach the bottom on the stairs.  My eyes darted across the wide open room wishing I wouldn't find any large men.  Once I found no large men I walked into the large spacious room, only to be pulled aside roughly. 

"What are you doing down here?"  A large, bearded man questions me.  His silvery gray eyes pierced through mine.  

I tremble beneath the tight grip on my arm and try to look away,  only to have him demand my attention once more by giving me a good hard shake.  I clench my jaw wishing my trembling would cease, so my words would mean more.  But no matter how I opened my mouth or try to push my words through to my lips so my father could receive the answer he wants, no sound came out.  

"Out with it!" He clenches his jaw, or so I believe as his beard moved slightly. But no matter how much he tried to get me to speak at the moment, I couldn't.  Which was usual for me, I lose the ability to talk and seem to freeze, which only angers him more.  "What is wrong with you now?"  The king questions me. 

"I am hungry."  I say slowly and meekly.  I quickly find myself staring down at my shoes, knowing I am unable to make the appropriate eye contact.  

"We already ate as a family.  Sarini went to go get you and she said you weren't cleaned and you were deemed unfit for a family meal."  My father said coldly, turning the tides on me.  If only he knew about how Sarini acted.  Then again, would he even care?  After he stared at me long and hard enough he released me and turned around dismissing himself to talk strategies with other officials and neighboring cities.  I quickly made my way through two large doors that lead to a long hallway, on the third door on the left I open it to find a kitchen area, or known as Betty's area.  

Betty was the toughest cook we had.  She was tougher than nails and looked about the same too. She was a short stocky lady with bright fiery eyes and a red face.  Her hair was curly and used to be a vibrant red, only looking at her now, her tight curls have turned grey.  Her rough hands and cautious, hard eyes watched you like a hawk, ready to detect any crumb dropped.  When I push through the cooks and sneak past Betty, I grab a small sack filled with bread and cheese.  Maneuvering my way past everybody once more, I make my way to the hallway and out of the castle's doors.  Once I am free out of the castles doors, I sling the sack over my shoulder and race through the high walls that protected us from radicals.  I dodge the servants, army members, and beggars that happened to get in my way, making sure I mumbled soft apologies and kept my head down.  They couldn't know it was me.  After making it through the market place, and the poor regions of the village, I see my destination appearing.  My lungs burned as I slowed down to the giant willow tree on the edge of our village, near the top of the hill.  I turn  around slowly admiring how our village appeared, the working class of citizens out feeding their animals, harvesting or tending to the crops.  The children play war and tag along side the fields, chasing each other with wooden swords and shields, giggling to their hearts content.  Women in plain dresses, sitting outside on old chairs, gossiping about the news.  Women in elaborate dresses walking through the market place, picking up expensive silks and patterns, only to have their seamstress' turn the patterns into works of art.  People with carts, calling out deals and declaring their food or product was the best around, and that no other could compete.  

I let my eyes drift shut for a second too long, before I knew it.  I was on the ground, looking up at the willow tree, and unable to breathe.