Carmine (Completed)

Chapter 54

Thick brown satin sheets sheltered my sides. The glossy purple fabric provided a gentle roof that gave me only a semblance of tranquility. Even with the Exodine pills on the chiffonier next to me, I felt lonesome. Comfort avoided my mind.

My anxiety about how the day would have gone on kept me up. I closed my eyes tight and tried not to think too much about what laid ahead.

I was the daughter of a self-proclaimed God. A sigh escaped my chipped lips, while my eyes opened to the rational beating, this information gave me. Confusion settled in my mind constantly.

Me, her daughter, I met my mother, and no warmth resided in me. I should have been happy, but no joy echoed from my heart. Her hug was cold and made me reminisce nothing of worth.

I never dreamed of meeting my mother, for it was a foregone conclusion that she died. Now, I had her in front of me, and I felt nothing.

Was something wrong with me or maybe my intuition told me the truth, that she and I were always separate like the wind, and the sea.

So many questions were unanswered, who was Amishcor? I knew that was the God that represented Darhaith, but did he have something to do with this, especially with his offering, Bi Go Mu, a Darhaith Princess that became slated to marry Canus?

Were they trying to take me out of Canus's life?

What was Elam like? What was so special about me?

I groaned and looked at my hand. The once ugly scar, but now a minute black mark that blended into my toffee shade, stared back at me. I guessed that was why I was lighter in skin tone. My mother was a drudged-up mixture of what I could have never fathomed. Something I never ascertained.

She was different and so was I. Father, what was I? I got up and stepped onto the stone floor that sent spikes of frost into my soles.

My eyes drifted from the thick shaking curtains by the windows, my clothes chest to the mirrored chiffonier next to my bed.

The mirror gave me a clear image of my face, and I froze. It's been a while since I peeked at a mirror, where the last time had been in Tiam. Naturally, mirrors were a privilege of nobles.

Back then I had cuts in a variety of places, my face was like a ruined painting slowly blurring into muddy smudges. Those bigger scars had melted away restoring my beauty.

My ears twitched to echoing laughter that faded into obscurity, although the memory was rooted deep like eggplants. I looked around and saw no one.

Turning back to the mirror, the truth had not been so cruel to my face. The scars healed, almost disappeared like it never happened. Memory made a crueler streak on my life though.

A knock on the door woke me from my thoughts. I said, "Enter."

In came in Yallin, he bowed towards me and said, "You are well my Lady?"

I hesitated. Staring at him, his sweet smile made me feel comfortable. This was the King though, yet he never felt like the king.

His presence and his posture reminded me of a servant. "I am well your Majesty, my—what needth my attention that you would come to me personally?" I asked.

"Erot will probably have you to take the throne, spread the religion of Erot through the lands of Ascus, my Lady."

Then my mother would die. Unless those predictions were lies as she said. "Majesty—like how it is here?" I asked.

"It is a fair guess, my Lady. Erot has blessed us well. It is an honor to be a recipient to her daughter."

"What do you want? Your Majesty?" I gave him a dead gaze.