Raven's POV
Of Course, the answer was no.
"Absolutely not! I will hear nothing else of this matter young lady." Her shrill voice rattled the walls. I sighed as I realized there was no convincing her into letting me wear a black dress. As I had been trying to convince her for a well thirty minutes.
"How about a nice shade of lavender?" She asked, going through my gown wardrobe. I shook my head, hair still wet from the bath. Long brown locks appearing a darker shade of chocolate. It made my fair skin highlight around my eyes.
The king had gotten a sorceress to change the color for a night, just to be safe. They were a nice shade of hazel, and for once in my life, I felt safe. The sorceress was a family friend to the king. As he was a powerful man, and had many connections. Sadly, out of all those connections, he had still not found his soulmate.
I can only tell him to keep hope alive, for I do not want to change his future. And it is a very unexpected one indeed.
I tangled my fingers together in anticipation. I wonder what kind of foods they had at the festival. Was I allowed to call it that? Would celebration be better? Blast it all, not like I would even be talking to anyone. No one would find out that I called it that.
It felt weird to be celebrating the queens death. I wondered how the king felt about his mother's death being celebrated, but then again, I didn't really want to know. Whenever I ventured into people's feelings, I felt myself get taken over by them also. It could either be really good- or really bad.
I felt Lucille start to dry my wet ringlets of hair, and my bare back. After satisfyingly drying me, she decided it was time to lather me in perfume oils. They smelled like dried roses and apricots. I appreciated the smell for a second before my mind wandered off again. It liked to do that a lot.
To most people, I always looked like I was in a daze. It's a bad habit of mine, but one that I enjoy very much, unlike biting my nails. I feel something by my neck and I realize that it is Lucille adding a different scented oil onto my neck.
It smelled of strawberries, and I knew that it was Lucile's favorite. I almost gave her a smile- until I saw what she was holding. I took a step back.
"Lucille-" I started. She shook her head, hands gripping onto the beige corset. I felt my ribs let out a wave of fear and nausea.
"Please, I will barely be able to move if I wear the corset." I say, starting to feel anxiety at wearing that painful thing. I know what they cause. Early deaths because of rib injuries. They cause your insides to shift and females will have a younger lifespan. But not I. I don't really wear corsets. I like the feeling of free and flowy black dresses. Everyone disagrees.
"I won't put it on that tight." Lucille says, closing in on me. I almost feel the need to cry. Why do the greatest people have to feel the most pain? I'm a gentle person-sometimes. I sigh as she doesn't keep her word, corset tightening to a point wear I cannot breathe. She lets it loose a tiny bit, and for that, I am grateful.
I feel despair as soon as she pulls out new slippers. She gives me a wide smile, thinking that I love slippers. I smile back appreciative, because I am grateful for her nice gesture. You see, I have broken and tore through all of my slippers. I like the feeling of dirt between my toes. And twigs underneath my bare feet. And branches of life growing out of the ground. I like to feel the life forms of the incredible nature.
But I find myself wondering if I have it in me to destroy this pair of slippers. This is a gift from Lucille herself, and I know it to be personal. I inwardly sigh and just let it be as I slip my feet into them. A perfect fit. Atleast they didn't have heels. They were flat. All the more better for me to run in the woods and explore like I usually do. I cannot do that with heeled slippers.
I find myself craving the view of the sunset in the woods, at the lake filled with sanctuary frogs and much more.
If only there wasn't a celebration that I absolutely had to attend. I smile gently as I look down at my appearance. Dark brown hair cascading down my back, fair skin, hazel eyes, peach gown, and slippers. If I were an ordinary human, it probably wouldn't be hard to find a husband. I guess I could consider myself beautiful. But in all reality, everyone is beautiful. Life is beautiful in itself.
And I am not human, so I will not marry.
Lucille beams at me, unaware of my change in mood. I give her a gentle smile and thank her for assisting me. She jokes that it's her job, and that she had no choice. I find it in me to let out a laugh.
Lucille grabs my arm and wraps something around my bicep. I stare at the metallic jewelry, wondering where she got it from. It was pretty and twinkled in the light.
"It was my mothers." She answers the question on my face.
"She gave it to me on my seventeenth year, and now I give it to you." She says, giving me a plump cheeky smile. I thank her about three times, knowing that this gift is also personal.
You see- Lucille's mother came from an Indian tribe, but was shortly murdered by the one who claimed to love her. Lucille's human father. Despite Lucille's native background, she inherited her father's pale skin and blue eyes. Truly breathtaking if you ask a person like me- with no eye color.
But this jewelry item wasn't just personal-it was beautiful. All silver, but had a tiny jewel hanging on it. It had an intricate design on it of the moon. In her mother tribe, that meant good luck- for in the night, only good things happened.
With Lucille wishing me luck and helping me down the stairs, I bound towards the celebration. Still wondering how it came to be so sudden. Pray to the fates that this night goes smoothly Raven, pray.
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HELLLLOOOOO MY SEXY UNICORN NINJAS !!!!!!!! How did you like this build up? It's just filling up a little character in Raven for when the real action and adventure come in, probably in the third or fourth chapter. AKA real soon. BUCKLE YOUR SEATBELTS MOTHERFUCKERS CAUSE THIS BOOK IS GOING TO BE ONE ROLLERCOATER RIDE!! Okay enough of that.
Before I end this authors note, let me just say R.I.P Alan Rickman, you made my childhood special, even though I didn't know if I should trust Snape most of the time. That just shows how good of an actor you were. *cries because childhood, like come on guys. Harry potter.*
ANYWAY LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH!!! See ya next update ❤️❤️❤️ MUAH MUAH MUAH
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