The Duke's Sailor Daughter [DISCONTINUED]

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   "In the far waves of the Antrician land, the chief's son said he wishes to see the far waves. The chief warns him it would take your hand, still the boy swam towards those waves. The sea witch warned that she would take his hand, still the boy went to see the far waves. A sunset had greeted his small hand, and he swam back to the near waves."

A timeless tale that children of the Damonte territory would hear from their parents at least once. It is about the first duke as but a young boy who wishes to know what is beyond their small land. Everyone in the first duke's village was narrow-minded, and did not want a larger picture to be added to their enclosed world. They also believed you would fall off the edge of the world if you swam too far, that is why they never saw the far waves. It is also another version of the phrase curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back, more or less. A little lullaby story that encompasses peaceful slumber, whilst thinking an imagery of the soft crashing and the curls in the sea.

Felicia has already settled down, and felt that a heavy burden had been brushed off her shoulders. The younger girl still appears to be a bit tense, however Francesca decides now is the best time to ask her.

"Is death scary?"

Felicia had not expected the sudden question, and jolted upon hearing her sister's words. Francesca's mellow voice has a slight pacification to it, that could ease one's jitters, Felicia included. Felicia's eyebrows remain perturbed but nodded to Francesca's inquire.

"I wonder if there is really something to fear about death itself or the ideas that associate with death?"

"Yeah... I guess..." Felicia weakly responds.

Francesca breaths out contempt towards herself for her harsh word choice, but being direct is the best course of action for the frenzied Felicia. The albino thought with a deprecating crinkle in her glinting amber eyes. 'I'm scared of being rejected, I'm terrified to hear anything I'd dread, but that's not how a big sister should act. It's time to finally act like one...'

Truthfully, what Felicia is most afraid of is to be alone even at her very last breath. With gazes overflowing of ridicule and despise, surely anyone would feel cornered and vengeful, and Felicia is no exception. After reaching fourteen years of age, the main story would begin, and everything she has treasured would spiral into discord. 'I promised not to let myself be absorbed here! They'll abandon me over and over, without fail. I know that, but...'

'Just why is it so warm?'

Her entire family would glare at her with scorn tainting their visages, leaving that villainess with the rats as her sole companions, to rot until one of the capture targets would commence a justifiable execution.

The perpetrator is none other than Felicia, the fated villainess who is destined for a bad ending. That Felicia, who serves as an object of hate and deserves it, is the same Felicia who wishes someone would embrace her and whisper sweet murmurs. She, too, wished to be loved and to be adored. Alas, her existence is not worthy of the ideal called love.

'Am I really worth the burden you're carrying for me, Francesca?' Felicia, in the inside, is as calm as the eye of a storm. Though she is agitated by the succession of events as of the moment, keeping an aloof mindset could aid her in her better judgement. She cannot be swayed by the frivolities that occured. That cannot be said by the torrents of emotion cascading down the manipulated body with a will of its own, who is sobbing uncontrollably.

"Do you know what my interpretation of that story is?"

"...no." Felicia's mouth spoke with disdain and meekness.

"When you were a small child, I'd always recite that fairytale to you, you know?"

"Ah, I see." Her responses were all mechanical and unfeeling. Without a hint of care in her eyes, Felicia keeps on replying with distance in her tone. Francesca, however, is not discouraged by the sheer disparagement in Felicia's voice. If anything, her spirit and enthusiasm resembles a bull from how excited her each and every charge was.