I looked out through the window of the carriage, my eyes hollow as I watched the foreign buildings of our now allied nation of Tolina. The rain pouring down around me created an elegant show of poetry, an illusion that at least the world shed a tear for me. It was as though the gods watched, their all-seeing eyes watching my pitiful tale unfold, and though I knew it not true I imagined them crying. Their tears brighter than the twinkling stars in which they ruled, trailing along their apple colored cheeks before finally flooding the Earth.
People lined the streets even as the rain poured down atop them, their eyes intently watching as I traveled closer to the end of the small sliver of freedom I had. They'd come to watch me arrive in sake of love but this marriage was nothing of the sorts. It was locking me in a cage far away from my home. No longer would my father have to deal with what he considered his disrespectful daughter.
This situation I've found myself in could be far worse, at least for now they'll treat me with fake kindness until the wedding ceremony. After that there won't be a need to treat me like the human I am; They could look me away like I'm a sort of beast and no one would dare to stop them. The king had only agreed upon the wedding with his eldest son after he'd seen how perfectly I fit into the supposed role of princess; My title I'd been given at birth, a supposed gods given pillage, so maybe the gods weren't crying but instead laughing at my privileged hardships. To them I was a comedy show that they'd tune into whenever the need for a laugh arised.
"My lady." I was torn away from my own thoughts by my hand maid. Her plump rosy lips curled into the remnants of a smile when she saw my attention had returned to reality. With a simple nod I motioned for her to continue; Speaking had become foreign to me as it'd been my place to learn the etiquette of silence in the presence of even the impoverished. "There is no need for you to stay silent for the king is nowhere near. My lady, I would never dare to tell him if you uttered a simple sentence, for I am your hand maid and my duty is to serve you and you alone."
I shook my head, knowing that if I began to talk once more I'd never want to stop. Speaking my mind was a simple feat but the silence I'd have to resume was not. It was like an internal wall that blocked the rambunctious, spirited girl who my father so hated.
Once again the inside of our carriage was silent but it rang with the echoes of thousands of unsaid words. It'd been decided that I must have a hand maid on the day of my twentieth birthday, so for the past two years the lovely woman beside me has stuck closely to my side. Though she'd been with me for so long I'd never said a word to her, choosing instead to communicate through simple gestures. It's beneficial to both of us: She won't be executed for my foul mouth and all I have to do is hide every detail of who I am below this facade.
The carriage stopped moving and I could feel the shift in her mood, her deep onyx eyes meeting my sterling (E/C) ones in a show of her pity. As the door was pulled open my freedom drained away, slipping through my fingers as I clawed at the remains of my younger years. The rain was blocked by a young knight holding an umbrella, his green hair wet with many droplets of water even though he'd had covering. Though he offered the kindest smile I'd received in a long time, I still couldn't dare to bring a smile upon my face, this was the last moment I'd have as Lady (Y/N) of Atonima.
My hand maid grabbed my umbrella, gently placing it in the calloused palms of my hand before exiting the carriage with the young boy at her side. Both waited patiently by the steps of the as I descended, their heads bowed in a show of respect towards a royal. I held the umbrella in my hands with a grip that matched no other, my hands wrapped tightly around it as I let my feet slosh onto the puddles of the worn palace ground. Never again would I set foot in a carriage for I won't need to travel from this palace, I'm destined to be trapped within its walls for the length of my life.
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Half-Breed Queen (FantasyAU!Dabi x Reader)
FanfictionPrincess (Y/N) of Atonima is viewed by all as the definition of a perfect princess: Never uttering a single word out of line, talented in all feminine arts, and obeying every command given by her king. As long as she did all those things, never wan...