𝔐𝔶 𝔉𝔞𝔦𝔯 𝔏𝔞𝔡𝔶 (ℜ𝔢𝔶𝔩𝔬 𝔉𝔞𝔫𝔣𝔦𝔠)

Chapter Three: Fate's Cruelty

Rey's POV

Today was another morning.

Another morning I had to wake up to and another day I had to try and survive in this castle.

Both with a Prince who will most likely try and hunt me down to flirt with me and a man with a mysterious aura who was also highly likely trying to weasel his way to win my affections as well.

The man from yesterday's dance...his eyes...when I had looked in them...he seemed as if he knew the world by all its tears and pain but was acting to suppress it.

He kissed my hand as if to say something without words.

What was I thinking.

I should have pulled away and rejected his kindness right then and there.

My thoughts seemed to circle back to that man with dark raven hair and dark doe eyes.

I was afraid he'd penetrate my mind.

As my thoughts kept going every which way I was so distracted while I got ready for the evening that I had bumped into a wall instead of exiting my room.

"Ow." I rubbed my nose as I felt heat come to it from the impact.

What am I becoming.

This day dreaming has to stop. It was just a few dances with a man I knew nothing about.

I didn't even know his name.

As I walked down the corridors I caught a glimpse of the gardens from a nearby window in which the morning light seeped through.

I was in much need of fresh air.

I turned a few corners to enter the gardens and as soon as I entered I could feel all my troubles melt away.

Perhaps I didn't need travel specifically but instead a place of escape...and escape from all this madness.

All these politics, rules and regulations. As well as all the unnecessary gossip.

I wanted to be free of it all, who says a lady could not read when it made a good way for the imagination and a sense of freeness from reality.

What most did not know was that I knew well of how to read as well as write.

But if I were to ever be caught in the act of reading or writing...it would be a pretty high treason and offense to most men. For as a young lady should be, definitely should not be by the way of the books.

Reason being is because they think it would plant thoughts and undignified thoughts in my head.

And in a way they were right, reading about adventures and what could be than rather what should be was what kept me going each day.

But their thinking was almost like a women would undergo some type of demonic behavior or something dramatic like that.

When all it really was was just wanting freedom from all the rules that have been shackled on our feet and hands.

Ever bound by mens decree of what we should and shouldn't do when they themselves thought us nothing but property themselves.

But as much as I wished for my peace to ever last in reading as many books as I could get my hands on...

Unfortunately books and imagination could only ever substitute for a short time before reality took to its place once more.

Most importantly or rather, most unfortunately what would return would be my hindering problems.