The Difference in Our Eyes

"No! I've had enough of her stubburn ways! This marriage is off!" Prince Carter screamed as he left the palace grounds in the carriage that was waiting for him outside. The horses' hoves clomped on the pavement as they left through the main gates.

"Ugh...what did she do this time?" asked Father to the butler. They didnt notice, but I was sitting at the top of the stairs, depressed. There goes #23 this week. I thought to myself. I'm a princess that needs to be married to a prince soon, but not ONE can put up with my decisions on the wedding; starting fights, and making them leave and calling off the wedding.

"I believe this time it was on what the bride maids would wear." Sebastian explained to my father. My father is Ciel Phantomhive and my mother was the one betrothed to him when he was young. My mother died when I was 5 years old. My father fell into depression and didn't talk to me or Sebastian for a month.

I'm 16, soon turning 17, very short, with pale skin, extremely long red-brown hair, and a sad expression. Most guys find me beautiful, but that's only on the outside. My personality is ugly, and hard to deal with.  Changing my mind so many times on very little things that won't even matter. Would it be right to say it's pointless to get married??

I never really understood what my father was thinking when he mentioned to me that I was to be married before my 18th birthday. In shock, I rejected the idea, but it was pointless. When his mind is set, he won't change it for a second.

"Erika? Could you come done here for a second?" Called Sebastian from the bottom of the stairs. I stood up and walked down the stairs trying not to trip on the bottom of my dress. I hated wearing dresses, especially the really poofy ones. They are all just to frilly; never in my life will I wear one of those things.

"Yes, Sebastian? What is it?" I asked him with a small voice. I never looked into his eyes when I talked to him. I know he's our butler and all, but the look in his eyes just creep me out. They say that the eyes are the window to the soul; but it almost seems like he has no soul.

But it wasn't just him, I wouldn't look at anybody in the eyes becasue when I was 7, I made a wish on a star that I have the power to change my eye color anytime that I could. But the wish also came with another gift; or should I say curse? If anyone see's my real eye color, they would instantly fall in love with me. And I never want that to happen. So, I wear a white eye patch over my left eye. The reason because my wish only worked on my right eye. My origianl eye color is a pale gold.

My right eye may very in colors from fire red, forest green, sky blue, and wind white. These are the main colors, but I slowly learn how to gain more and more colors. I had once changed my eye color to a bright Irish green.

"Erika, why can't you and your fiance just agree on one thing for the wedding? This is the 23rd this week and it's only Wednesday. Your making the master worry about you." He explained while knealing on one knee. I looked away and tried not to make eye contact. I had my eye color changed to a silvery gray color, but I didn't want to look at him in the eyes. 

"Well maybe if he would just give it a break for a few days, then maybe I will reason with him on one guy." I responed. My Father walked into the room, and we both stopped talking. 

"Sebastian, could you please give us some privacy?" Ciel asked him. Sebastian nodded and stood to leave. Once the door to the kitchen shut behind him, my father sat down on a chair standing under the stairs. "Erika, come  here." he called to me, and I walked over to him. I stood besides him, looking at the India rug he had been given to him as a wedding gift.

"What is it Father? Is it about the marriage again?" I asked him.

"Yes, and I don't know why you constantly reject every guy that's been walking throught that door since Sunday. You know I just want you to be happy, right?" He had said, but I was only half-listening to him.

"Then let me choose the guy! I don't want a guy choosen by you, by Sebastian, or by anyone. Why can't I just choose the guy that I want to marry??Is it that really hard to ask for your trust??" I questoned back at him. My head lifted up for him to hear my plead better. But once I realized his expression, he was then questioning my eye color. 

His expression then changed to an angry look, and that's when I snapped. I grabbed my dress and ran up the stairs at full speed. Only being stopped by Sebastian at my bedroom door.

"What's the matter, Erika?" he asked, placing his large gentle hands on my shoulders.

"Um....could you please move? I need into my room right now." my voice almost cracked, but I knew Sebastian would catch that there's a problem. But he ahd kindly stepped aside for me to move into my room. I locked the door behind and I suddenly heard my father trying to open the door. Kicking, banging and yelling for me to open the door.

"What are you going to do, once your in here?!?!?" I screamed back at him. there was no answer. But instead, I heard rattling. I spun around, and there stood my father, trying to get through my balcolny door. I screamed once he opened the door and walked towards me

That's it. I was going to die before I'm married. I just know it. I thought to myslef as he came closer and closer, not becoming faster or slower, than he was. I screamed for Sebastian to get in here.

"Sebastian! Don't listen to her! She is not your Master, I am! This is an order!!!" He yelled back at him. Wait! What did he just say?