Unknown Requiem

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A few weeks had passed since Persephone was introduced to court in the Fante and Britannia kingdom. She was slowly coming to terms with her new life. The constant dinner parties,the dancing,the high demand for her to remain poise and corteous to others. But there was just one thing she just could not get use to. And that was the gowns. Everyday Persephone had to change gowns from long flowing gowns to short dressed. Which bugged her to no end. She was so use to wearing tight fit jumpsuits that wearing dresses was simply foreign to her. But slowly she began to understand why many people were so stunned at her sudden appearence at court. This was another world,a world where only the rich or wealthy remained. Not one where someone like her would fit in so easily. Yes Persephone could wear the gowns,the jewelry and even speak properly but she would never truly be part of this world. Not like he was. Not like Castiel.

Often in crowds Persephone would find herself staring off into space. Watching as Prince Castiel easily conversed with important people. The way he would laugh at the appropriate jokes,and flash his devilish smile at the many women at court was enough to make Persephone grit her teeth. But why was she angry? It wasn't as if the two were a couple or anything officially. Yet the way Castiel would caress her hair,and kiss her cheek. Those harmless caresses sent signals throughout her mind and body that told her they were a couple. But did he see it that way?

As usual the two had attended a party today for Empress Lucia's health. Word had spread that she had taken ill quite awhile ago. Yet surprisingly there were no conversations about how she had fallen ill. Was it possible that no one truly knew how it happened except for Empress Lucia's immediate circle and Persephone herself? Persephone sighed lightly,shaking these thoughts from her mind as she quietly entered the large ballroom. Hoping to sneak in without a sound,she hated being stared at. But no such luck,as soon as she stepped foot in the ballroom all conversations ceased.

Already she could feel the constant gazes of her peers,questioning who she was. And most of all why was she here? Persephone found herself speedwalking to a far away corner, taking shelter within it. Pressing her back as close to the wall as possible. If you looked at her you would think she was trying to blend in with the walk like a camillion. And you would be right. Yet sadly what she was wearing was not very good camouflage next to the bright ivory walls. The servants had dressed Persephone in a tight fitting,sheer crimson dress which stopped at her knees and seemed to unravel in gentle waves behind her.

The train of the dress was very long,so long in fact that 2 servants had to hold the train as Persephone walked,because she was afraid to trip on it. On top of that the dress itself was long sleeved with the sheer material stretching out to Persephone's middle fingers. The servants had also picked out crimson heels to match,straightened Persephone's hair to her dissmay,and placed a single red rose in her hair. She remembered how the servants gasped and awed at her.

Telling her she was truly a diamond in the rough. Honestly Persephone did not believe them,since she could remember she had no time to even consider herself being attractive and now here she was. Wearing make up that matching her complexion perfectly,the finest ruby necklace hung around her neck. And this dress,it was something that Persephone never imagined she would ever wear. Yet she was. She remembered asking the servants why they always seemed to dress her in red,and with smiles the servants eagerly replied " It's Prince Castiel's favorite color." And with those words suddenly red became Persephone's favorite color as well.

If she wore his favorite color well,then maybe she could gain his attention. Oh how she wanted those handsome eyes to be fixated on her. It had been days since she and Castiel were able to share quiet moment together. And she was getting lonely. She missed his touch,her body seemed to ache for it. She wanted to be near him,to listen to his voice. Overall Persephone just wanted to be by his side. She couldn't help but to smile at the thought as she soon spotted Prince Castiel gracing the room with his presence.

The way he carried himself was both regal and poise. Bearing th Geass symbol on his white suit,the young prince spoke to the appropriate delegates. Who seemed to flock around him to listen to his words. After all he was the future of both Britannia and Fante. It would be best with anyone to get on his good graces. Persephone found herself leaving her corner and walking to Castiel, she wanted him to see her. To see her in his favorite color and gain his acknowledgement. Almost as if he sensed her thoughts Castiel turned to Persephone and couldn't stop himself from gasping the moment he laid eyes on her.

She was a vision. A true beauty thay he even believed the Goddess Aphrodite would have been jelouse of. For a moment Castiel seemed to tune everyone else out and only concentrated on Persephone,who smiled shyly when she noticed his eyes on her. Castiel found himself leaving the crowd and making his way to Persephone, his hand extended for hers asking for her to dance. "I-I can't dance."Persephone muttered shyly as Castiel smiled at her words before gently tugging the beautiful woman by her wrist. Bringing her ever so gently to his chest.

"I'll teach you."He whispered to her,immediately sending a chill down her spine. This is what she wanted. To be held in his arms so,no matter the situation. Persephone merely craved his touch. "I'd like that."Persephone answered back with a warm smile as the two found themselves walking to the center of the ballroom hand in hand. All the while watching them were the royals of other families. Demanding who the woman was dancing with Prince Castiel. But in that same crowd a woman watched.

Irritated she gripped her glass of wine firmly between her fingers. Her anger continuing to grow the more she saw Castiel's utter happiness with Persephone. This the woman couldn't stand. Castiel was hers and hers alone. And no one especially a traitor was going to steal what was rightfully hers. The woman took a large swig of her wine before turning to leave the party. Swaying her hips seductively as she made her exit,yet at the last minute she turned her head to meet Castiel's gaze. With a wide smirk the woman took her leave knowing she had made an impression on him once again.

Castiel quietly averted his gaze to the ground,wishing he hadn't made eye contact with that fiend of a woman. He knew she would be up to no good and he would have to keep a close eye on her. Yet also watching Castiel from afar was his mother. Empress Lucia, while at her side stood Suzaku who watched the young prince with a calm yet concerned expression on his face. "Their getting close."He stated as Empress Lucia eyed Persephone, immediately feeling a stinging pain in her chest.

Empress Lucia knew this pain all too well now. For it was centered around the gaping scar she had received from Persephone's blade many nights ago. Whenever she thought ill of Persephone this pain would increase. It felt as if her very chest was on fire,and and she couldn't put it out. Gripping onto her chest Lucia caught her breathe,before feeling the concerned hand of Suzaku on her shoulder. Asking if she was alright. She answered yes but Lucia knew she was not. Something was wrong with her,this pain was not normal. Gritting her teeth Lucia excused herself, slowly making her way back to her room.

She found herself doubling over in excuciating pain,yet she held back her cries. How could she forgive someone who put her through so much pain at the mere thought of her? Lucia blinked away her oncoming tears before the pain soon gave away to darkness which she gleefully accepted. When she was asleep she felt no pain,for now anyway.