From The Eyes of... Everyone?

Entry 10

The swish of my dress as I spun in time to the music was pleasant against my bare legs. Delicate fabric dyed in a pale lavender color to make me appear less dark and wicked. My reputation in court definitely needed work, my appearance one of the hardest things to manage as my raven locks and onyx eyes already made me stick out as dark and terrible in the sea of fair haired and fair eyed maidens. My  parents are relying on me to marry this year to help ease the burden at home. They wouldn't allow me to take the magical aptitude test with my elder brothers as they didn't believe in the benefit of a fourth 'weak' mage in the family. It is definitely disheartening to know that because I am female they never saw me as anything but a pretty piece of property to be sold when I became of age. 

I sigh and reel my thoughts back in, I am already here and too old to try to become a mage at this point. I curtsy to my dance partner and excuse myself for some fresh air and a drink. Silently I thank my mother for the outfit she picked for me, as I'm already on the taller side she forbade me from wearing heels and I know I would have regretted it by now. Though I hate the silly dress she put me in. Lavender and white lace, high necked to conceal the generous curves I was blessed with--or cursed with as my mother tells me, already complaining that it will be difficult to find a suitor with the way I look. My raven hair falls straight to my waist and my dark eyes are a stark contrast to my pale skin. The other ladies in court all have fair hair, light eyes and skin kissed by the sun. 

I'm the oddity in court and always have been, but at this point I've accepted it. I can't quite swallow the fact that I have to marry one of the idiot Lords this year though. My father has been trying to set me up with one of the Baron's sons but I really can't stomach them. There are two of them and the elder doesn't seem to prefer the company of women in general. The younger brother only has eyes for the golden haired Angel, the daughter of Count Angelo Graceyon. She is a skilled mage and has the power of her family name behind her so I really can't blame him. 

"Lady Sinthia!" Calls one of the maids.

"Yes?" I respond, setting down my drink.

"The Heir has requested an audience with you m'lady." She replies a little breathless. 

"What on earth could he want with me?" I follow her to a chamber down the hall from the ballroom hosting the dance. 

"I'm not sure he didn't say anything except to bring you to him." She bowed her head and stood to the side as she opened the doors to the chamber of what appeared to be a study, no lights shone within.

"Wh-?" I try to say but the maid is nowhere to be found, confused I turn back to the dark room and take a step back as my eyes begin to make out outlines of things. 

A large desk takes up most of the room with a fireplace to the left of it and shelves lining the right wall. But what causes me to freeze is the shape of a man in front of the large windows in the back of the room. Immediately I drop into a curtsy and lower my eyes, my breath coming a little faster now. 

"Raise your head Lady Sinthia." The deep voice rumbles, "Come over here, let me see the object of my lord's interest." 

I walk cautiously towards him, stopping a yard away, the clouds shift outside and a beam of moonlight streams in the window now. My voice seems to have escaped me entirely as I take in the scene before me now. A maid on her knees in front of the Heir, her dress around her waist and chest bare to the night. I flush and stumble back, his pants were around his ankles and a goblet of wine dangled in his hand. "My apologies Your Grace seems busy." I look to his face as my own flushes scarlet. 

"Hmm...Oh her?" He says as he pulls up his trousers and approaches me now. The Lady fixes her dress and rushes from the room, the door shutting loudly behind her. "Not at all Sinthia," he circles around me now reeking of alcohol,"but perhaps we could be busy. I understand the court's whispers about you now. A different kind of beauty, not the boring pure ladies that I keep seeing paraded around me. Mmmm yes I will have you, I've decided." 

I'm stunned into silence confused by his meaning, "Have me?" I try to step away but he catches my arm and pulls me close, my ass pressing into his pelvis now. I yelp and try to pull away but he holds tight.

"Yes. Have you, as you are just now debuting into this court I can assume no other man has tainted you yet. Mm yes, I will be the first to part those long legs of yours. Now be a good girl for me." His hands have now wandered to my full chest and are tugging at my dress as I stand frozen in horror at his statement. He growls in frustration as the modest cut of the dress isn't freeing my chest as he wants. 

Finally I regain my senses, "Respectfully Your Grace, I must decline your generous offer." I spit out as anger begins to cloud my mind. I struggle to free myself from his grasp, painicing as he refuses to budge. 

"Offer?" He slurs, the stench of wine wafting around us, "That was no offer. Now don't be difficult or you won't like what happens." His grip tightens as he walks us towards the desk, laying me on my stomach over it. He wedges his knee between my thighs and reaches to grab the hem of my gown. Unable to speak I renew my struggle and buck my hips trying to knock him back but he mistakes my resistance as excitement and chuckles. 

"Yes exactly, that's right not every Lady gets to have the Heir like this. Such a treat for you." 

I feel his trousers hit the floor as he finally wrestles my skirts up to reveal my undergarments. Which he tears aside and I feel the cold air bite across my bare skin. The gravity of the situation sinks in and instead of being afraid as I should be, I feel rage bubble up under my skin. Something like fire licks through my flesh from the tips of my toes to the top of my head, silently I whisper, "I said I decline Your Grace."

He pauses behind me, the tip of his member positioned to take away the only thing pure I had about me. "And little bitch, I said it wasn't and offer." 

I feel his hips about to thrust forward and the rage inside me burts, wind picks up around me and he stumbles back muttering something. 

"I-I-I Lady.. Lady Sinthia," He says in a much more sober sounding voice, "Um.. this-this shouldn't be possible, I was never told you were a mage. You were just supposed to be the weakling daughter from the Raventres house. I don't understand." 

I straighten from the position he had forced me into, aware now that an aura was coming off of me now and the wind around me was building in intensity lifting pieces of my hair now. "What are you talking about? What's happening to me? I can't stop!" The wind was blowing pages around the room now, and the glass to the windows shattered. Bits of glass join the paper and the aura around me glows brighter. 

"Calm down, look at me!" The bastard of an Heir tells me, holding his hands out to me as if to comfort me. 

"CALM DOWN? Do you understand what you were about to do to me!?" I scream at him, the wind ripping books off the shelves now. 

"Yes I know! I'm sorry! But you need to reel in whatever you're feeling right now before you kill us both!" He's sliding back now as the wind whips around us and I hear more voices but all I can focus on is how angry I am at him for trying to steal my virginity just because he's the Heir. 

The door has flies open to the study and mages rush in with guards. I start to panic as I don't want to hurt them, just him. But I can't figure out how to pull the power back in, people are screaming at me but I can't hear them over the wind and I lock eyes with the Heir, finally noticing that his eyes are black like mine. How strange is all I have time to think before the aura around me flares so brightly it's blinding, it rushes out and then races back into me so violently that I collapse. As I lay on the floor all I can see as my eyes close is the unusual image of the Heir's eyes and how they were full with tears, tinged with sorrow and regret.