Capricious

Two: His kind of cruel

A/N Hey guys! Ingrid here!Thanks for sticking out from the first chapter to the second one. Enjoy and don't forget to comment anything you wanna say, vote, or even fan ;) 

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It was dim when the Royal Carriage came. The sun set halfway on the edge of the east. Dawn crept in -slow but insistent. The clarity of my vision started to brighten. The rush and drag of the leaves could be heard as they merged with the sounds of animals that moaned faintly in the forest. It was a great time of peace, a deserted time where no living thing came into sight.

The carriage was designed with carved composite swirls and painted with seamless lines of elegance. It appeared to be drawn by a single brown horse with light large wheels. A coachman in black formal attire sat on a seat in front steadily- with no hint of exhaustion. Cautiously, I stepped onto the leather protected iron boot and braced myself for a long trip.

No one had occupied the seating. Inside was an elaborate mix of Alastarian furniture- gold plated streamers and tribal decors. There was a window on both sides of the door, and a small one- on the backseat facing forwards. I sat comfortably on the back, then tucked my knees under the long fabrics of a powder blue dress that flared smoothly over my hips and then gradually widened at the hemline. A drapery extended dramatically twelve inches from the end of the sleeves. This dress was sewn beautifully by a Borust tailor- and I had treasured it all the while.

I left my brown hair unadorned. It flounced beneath my shoulderblade beautifully- straight and parted to the side, ends waving out in the tips with soft curls. It was granted that every woman should take good care of their hair in Navleur- for it was a representation of nobleness and beauty.

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Our destination pointed to the Alastarian capital- Cyephyr, which was situated in the middle of underlying towns and villages. Being in the center, it was the axis of trade inside the metropolis for merchants and explorers from expeditions alike. It was a beautiful place, without me in it.

The carriage drove past the long bumpy pathways of Borus and entered the roadside. Blurred by the fog of the morning air- I could only see the distance of the barracks and dark forest between the carriages. I had left the village.

Slowly, I swiveled from the sight of the small window in the back, and focused on the bigger one in the side door. There, I saw plains of farmed lands- bright and free from any darkness. The good land spread for miles across the vast expanse of terrains. I spread my legs on the cushion- eyes shut tight for another extended slumber.

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The tradition of engagement was practically exercised strictly throughout the Alastairan Royalty each generation. In that particular custom, the King and Queen must past down a mansion to the engaged couple who must live in together before marriage.

It was the Alvord mansion that was given as a present, ever since I was fifteen. It was situated before the ancient forest that faced the distant sight of huddled wooden cottages of Cyepher's marketplace.

The time was yet six o'clock in the afternoon. The sun neared to the low edge of the west. The sheer brightness of the day sunk, soon after there was a tight clench in my stomach at the thought of spending my days in the Alvord house pounded on my mind. The bloody restrictions, etiquette, and duty. But  I was happy- I choose to be. Even if my birth was designed for Alastair- the Kingdom- and The Prince.

I clasped my hands together in anxiety. The carriage rolled into the square, which stood the house that indicated our destination. For all these years that I had been gone, it was still a big; brick house- crowded by tall pillars, wide polished windows, and rocked pavements. It had black gates, with an armed guard on the left side of it.