Harbored

Cause

Purposefully, Marinette boycotted any and all nutrition, deciding to wallow on the swinging bench, and not face any more of Adrien's unwanted drama. Fully knowing that she was the primary source of it, she could not stand to be lectured at one more time. 

She already knew how awful and mentally insane she was, even without the negative connotation and stigmas. Everywhere she goes, she destroys otherwise happy people.

It was not entirely her fault for her horrific past. Who ever wanted to admit the severity that their previous mistakes yielded?

Marinette had no option but to be born to the King and Queen themselves. From the frilly clothing, to the proper angle and trajectory of her posture, her life was a living hell. Her time was never her own, and left little solitude most growing adolescents require. 

The worst part of Marinette's past would be how her parents never made their own choices in regards to her well being; it was that blasted advisor's fault. So she coped the best way she knew how; be the headache inducer to that jerk's brain by performing disobedient acts. Eventually, he would resign his damn title of head counselor to the King; or so Marinette constantly wished.

Through her life of ruthless rebellion, she exhausted her "parents" of every option, forcing them to lock her up in the palace dungeon, all at the fussy age of eleven. With every rare visit, the pained expression wrinkled her parent's skin further and sobered their hearts with heavy darkness. 

Marinette's parents essentially gave up on desperately trying to rein her in, allowing the metal bars and mushy prison food to work the trick.

If any peeped rumor leaked out of Princess Marinette's behavior, it would cause pure scandal and upset. The King and Queen were to be perceived as images of perfection. Raising such a persnickety child would be dissatisfactory in the materialistic eye of the royal realm.

The King and Queen's dishonorable reaction was to lie to the public, announcing the tragic disappearance of their "dear" daughter. Marinette felt as though they had crossed a line no amount of remorse could forgive. 

Trapped in a dingy cell, her heart was extensively pummeled.

It was from there which stemmed her new self promises. Marinette would not let her parents see how badly they crushed her. She would fall completely in love with with an artist; they appeared to have the most freedom. Never would she share of her delinquent, youthful spirit that cause such wreckage, even to her one true love.

Until she met Adrien.

Some aura radiating from that sunshine boy made her feel like he might understand. Marinette was highly aware of Adrien's father's issues, and could easily assimilate with the hurt and humiliation. Not to mention, how badly Adrien would kill her for risking her life to retrieve rare medication, from her parent's royal cabinet, for her Love.

For whatever reason, Marinette refrained, withholding her rough history. Maybe that is why she constantly blew up at him. Instantaneously, she recalled her secret, personal promise to keep quiet. If Adrien were to find out, he could never forgive her; it would simply be her undoing.

As if to remove the negative thinking from her brain, Marinette simmered into a light sleep, hummingbirds tweeting about.

It felt as though weeks had past, when in turn, it was a mere scattering of hours. She observed the sunrise, high noon and was studying the sunset, which was currently casting an orange like veil on her porcelain skin. At some point during the day, she rested on her side, palm pressed firmly into her cheek. The loose wisps of her low bun teasingly danced across her face, tapping against the bridge of her nose.