Blood King

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

            “…I know as you get older you’ll look like her even more, but know that even if you look like our mother you are still you. No matter what people say and I will always love you no matter what happens.”

Her brother’s words kept echoing in Celina’s mind, it’s not what he had said bothered her at all but he was how he said it, his voice held something of what she could only register as sadness. Was it because their mother had died long before Celina could remember truly anything about her or was it something that she could not realize for she was still too young?

            She sighed.

There were so many things happening now and what’s more what she heard Minister Kayle say to himself while she had hid from sight, she couldn’t bring it up with her brother even though she knew that she should. But Celina knew that she could not fully judge someone for what they had merely said to themselves, yet the feeling that she had in her heart refused to leave her, even after she dressed. She glanced at herself in the mirror.

            “But you know no matter how many times I look at you, you always look so alike with her, with our mother.”

            Will I really look like Mother when I am older? She thought as she stared into the glass, looking at her features with her eyes, to many everyone saw her as the Queen’s daughter who was loved by many, but she could tell that other did not like her at all. The look in their eyes how they spoke to her and the expression on their faces if Celina were to contradict anything they said to her, but she had become rather used to that as sad as it was, but such was the way of politics and royalty.

            She knew it was because she was the second child of the royal family and that many only saw her as an investment to enter the royal bloodline through marriage, it was one of the reasons why Xavier told everyone to leave it be until she hit full maturity, which meant two more years after she turned thirteen this year. She wasn’t even sure if she could even accept a marriage proposal knowing the full purpose of what it meant, there was no love to be had, at least in the eyes of the men that had tried to even request her hand when she was younger then she was now.

            From grown men no less, but it was also rather common; a younger girl being married to a much older man, Celina couldn’t help but cringe at the thought. But what was she to do when that time came?

            “Why do we have someone like this thing here?”

            Celina’s thoughts stopped when she heard the sound of a woman raging, she walked round the corner and saw an older woman with dark brown hair that woven into a tight bun, and dark brown eyes there were lines on her face that suggested that she was the kind of woman that always had an angry expression permanently on her face for the lines of ages showed.

            The woman was Minister Kayle’s wife, Victoria, and she always would say what she did not like openly for the world to hear it all. Dressed in cloths of a noble with the neck of the dress all the way up to her chin with buttons going down from the throat and stopping right at her chest, the dress was a mix dark purple and a dark cream color.

            The woman was one of many who saw Celina as a mere investment for their own future.

            Celina looked to what was happening and saw a maid on the ground that looked to be around the same age as Celina with a reddened cheek as she looked up at Victoria with orange brown eyes, she wondered what the girl could have done to offend the woman that was until Celina saw the girl’s ears.