Nobody's Bride

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MY FIRST STORY ON WATTPAD!!!! ;D I did start this story based on the Vocaloid Rin in the sond Senbonzakura (it's Japanese, but do check it out!) cos i love love LOOOOVED her outfit. So.... YEAH! Should I continue it? Feedback is definitely most welcome (*w*)v Hope you guys enjoy this, and nice meeting y'all!

A pair of feet swung over the edge, dangling about, unable to reach the ground beneath. The owner of said legs strained her limbs, but try as she might, the firmness of solid ground eluded her. With a grunt of frustration, she closed her eyes, inhaled deeply, and simply leapt off…

Her padded feet landed lightly on the cool wood floors and she straightened her back and her clothing, slipping on her footwear as she made herself more presentable. Once satisfied with her appearance, she turned back to the granite kitchen counter upon which she had been sprawled, albeit in a rather uncouth and unbecoming position, while eating. Her dainty hands curled around the duster as she swept the remains of her breakfast into a bin, careful to keep the sleeves of her clothes clean.

The embroidery on her sleeves were intricate, the stitches blending together seamlessly and perfectly to form the most detailed and beautiful patterns. She had on thigh high black socks with her short skirt, her slender legs on display for all the world to see; the women with thinly veiled envy and the men with undisguised lust. Her partner, Rin, a petite plush toy version of herself, was strapped across her shoulder and rested near her left hip.

“Isella?”

The harsh voiced echoed throughout the stone corridors of her home, much to her annoyance. The nasal voice grated on the nerves she now struggled to suppress in an attempt to show some form of hospitality to her guest. Isella snorted impolitely at that thought. The owner of that voice was the bane of her existence, nothing more. He was certainly no guest. She had paused for the briefest moment when called but then proceeded to blatantly ignore the summons.

“Isella! ... Issie! You had better answer me immediately, you impertinent wench!”

Isella rolled her eyes at his feeble insult. After all, they had progressed much since medieval times where women had groveled at the feet of men, and thus she refused to submit to his barbaric calls. She heard footsteps and felt woe at the loss of her peace and, more importantly, privacy. Reminding herself to remain calm and soothing the throbbing vessel at her forehead that threatened to burst at the aggravation caused by the repulsive prescence now fast approaching, Isella leant back against the kitchen counter, waiting.

True to his ever flamboyant style, Ornet flung the heavy double doors of the kitchen open carelessly, entering with a flourish. The doors spun on their hinges and crashed onto the surrounding walls. Isella was incensed. The carved wooden doors had been painstakingly created, every groove and crevice handcrafted to perfection by a true artisan. Perhaps that was exactly why Ornet was glowering at them with apparent disdain, hate and jealousy marring his chiseled face.

“What is your business here, HORNET?” demanded a glowering Isella. Silent, Ornet simply sent her a smile, ensuring that his desire was apparent in his gaze. His eyebrows were raised and teeth bared, completing the lecherous look. It amazed Isella how a single look from him could send shivers down her spine.

“Shuddering in pleasure my dear? Don’t worry, there will be plenty of that, and more, soon enough.”

Eyes narrowed, Isella inquired once more, “To what do I owe the pleasure of thy honored presence here? Surely, it must be some momentous occasion for your grace to seek me out in my own secluded abode,” her voice dripping with sarcasm. She nervously took in his snort of derision and snide, one-sided grin, yet refused to let any emotions leak, instead struggling to keep her mask of calm intact. Beneath the façade, however, she was both curious and indignant that he would so crassly enter her home without permission. Little did she know how much she would regret pressing him for his reply.

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Not minutes after, Isella made her way through thecomplex system of winding halls in the palace, having memorized the layout of the labyrinth of corridors years before. The looming archways and elaborate balconies passed in a blur as she proceeded to her destination, uncaring that leaving a guest, however unwelcome, unattended in her home was beyond rude. As she navigated through her old home, she thought back to the conversation that led her to return here.

“Marriage.” Never had Isella imagined that a single word passed from the lips of any man would cause her to freeze up as she had done then. The mere thought of being linked in any way, let alone in holy matrimony, to Ornet was enough to make her sick. In fact, the only thing that had kept her from retching right there and then was the fact that her flooring had been installed only several weeks previously.

However, as distressed as she was, the decorum that had been so thoroughly ingrained in her from a young age would not be forgotten. As soon as she recognized Raki in the hallowed halls, she paused and executed a perfect curtsey, as per required by social propriety. Raki smiled fondly upon the young woman and inquired politely the reason for her haste.

“Small personal matters, nothing to concern yourself with, Elder Raki, but I must be on my way, my Lord,” she offered by way of explanation. The old man raised a graying eyebrow at her, knowing his only student well enough to understand that she used formal titles only when upset or bothered. Yet, he also understood her need for privacy and not probing. As such, he let her be, although he kept in mind to find out what left his beloved mentee so flustered. Curtseying once more in farewell, Isella’s figure retreated steadily down the corridors in a flurry of cloth and lace.

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