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Chapter 2
Terakhir Diperbarui:
2022-02-02 23:38:38Who are you kidding? – I asked myself harshly, my smile fading – your father will never allow you to fight, you have just barely turned thirteen. I can’t fight in the war. I’m not even trained.
My head snapped towards the door as a soft knock echoed through my chamber, someone calling for my attention from beyond the safety of my solitude. “Sanctus?” a soft voice called, “May we enter?”
My smile returned at the voice, knowing that it was my eldest sister Marcella. I replied slowly, shuffling towards the edge of my bed as I kept my voice soothing and low. “Of course, sister, please come in.”
The door clicked open at a hesitant pace, my smile remaining as I moved to wrap a silk black night gown around my shoulders, the night dress seeming almost inappropriate in the presence of my sister. I turned to glance towards Marcella, her crystal blue eyes scanning the chamber before landing on me, her extravagant plum dress almost taking my breath away. Marcella was always gifted with new gowns, both by our father and her suitors. I stepped towards her, moving to stand on my tiptoes as I planted a gentle kiss on her rosy pink cheek, a greeting that showed both affection and maturity. Marcella returned the kiss, though her affection was not the same, her distaste for the manner I had presented myself in clear. Taking a step back, I examined my sister with the same scrutiny that she did me, only I found no fault in her appearance; her vibrant yellow hair piled in curls on the top of her head while my copper mass stretched in waves down to the bottom of my back; frizzy and knotted.
My father’s eldest daughter was someone of beauty and extravagance, her hourglass frame just the right height as the plum gown produced her every curve expertly; her breasts only just modest as they pushed through the top of the gown. I turned my head away from her, not surprised when my eyes landed on the second eldest sister, Flo; her eyes as vibrant and wild as the sky, the blue almost rising from her eyes and brightening the room. Just like Marcella, Flo wore a new gown, the colour a deep red as it clung to her petite frame, her beauty something I could only dream of. Her strawberry curls pinned back into a tight bun, her face painted as all the others; her cheeks appearing almost red from the powder.
“Marcella, Flo; how sweet it is for you to visit my chamber.” I greeted after a moment of silence, lightly kissing Flo on her cheek before taking another step back; my movements that of a graceful dance.
I suppose the lessons do pay off – I sighed inwardly, neatly folding my hands before me – though why would my sisterscome here? They never pay visits to my chamber, at least not as far as I can remember. What with Marcella’s suitors requiring her constant attention and Flo never leaving her side.
Flo smiled, brightening my bed chamber with her gleaming white teeth as she spoke; her voice like freshly made silk. “Why little sister, you missed breakfast, we were most concerned for your wellbeing.”
I nodded as Flo spoke, pleased by her concern; though still confused. Flo had never visited my chamber on whim, neither has Marcella. Their schedules much too hectic to entertain their youngest sibling, especially when most believed me to be a curse on our bloodline; what with our mother’s death and my unnatural abilities.
“And besides, father asked us to check in on you; most inconvenient really, I did have an appointment with Chancellor Graham.” Marcella added, her tone appearing bitter as she spoke; answering my silent questions.
Ignoring her clear scrutiny, I forced my tone to once again remain soft and sweet; my voice mimicking that of a cats purr. “Dear sister I did not mean to inconvenience you, nor take you away from your busy schedule; though as you can see I am quite well.”
Flo’s smile only grew as I spoke, her eyes darkening as she turned towards Marcella; scorning her in the best way that a princess could. With words dipped in delicate tones. “Sister, do not upset Sanctus in such a manner, it is our duty to care for her. Have you forgotten your duty in the midst of your suitors?”
I smiled as Marcella turned towards Flo, shocked by her abrupt scorning as her eyes widened. “No sister, I know my duties as you know yours, I am displeased with my manner towards our dear Sanctus and apologize immediately.”
Of course my sister did not expect her to take my side, not with all of their whisperings that I was a demon, which I found out from those loyal to my father, who also disagreed with their relentless gossiping. I bobbed my head as Marcella turned towards me, showing her that I forgave her untoward behaviour. After all, everyone had a slip of the tongue every once in a while; even princesses with all of our training.
“You are forgiven sister, I also apologize for taking away your time, though I wished to remain in my chamber for the morning, I am afraid I was indeed filled with the need to sleep for a while longer.” I explained, carefully tucking my knotted hair behind my ears.
Flo’s smile only grew with my words, her fondness for me lightening my mood; if only slightly. “Well then, it appears you are now ready to take the day, I assume your need to watch the day pass in your bed has passed?”
I chuckled, shaking my head as I grasped my robe tighter; pushing my long coppery hair over my shoulders. “Yes sister, the feeling has indeed passed.”
Marcella nodded, moving towards the door as she spoke; her tone soft and yet commanding, resembling that of her own guardian. “You should really dress, father wishes to speak with you.”
I nodded silently towards Marcella before turning towards Flo, my smile returning as I once again lifted onto my tiptoes to plant a soft kiss on her cheek; bidding her farewell. Flo smiled, gently returning the kiss as she patted the top of my head; elegantly following our sister towards the door.
Once they left I turned to glance around my vast chamber, still believing that it was far too much space for just one person, even if I was a princess. I shook my head at how unnecessary it all seemed and took a deep breath, carefully stepping towards the dark oak wardrobe. I reached in, gently grasping the first dress that I came across; a slim fitting emerald green gown, the sweet heart neckline one of my favourites. Quickly moving into my large en-suite bathroom, I locked the door behind me; ensuring that no one could enter unless I allowed them access; which I would not.
My father insisted that all of his daughters were aided in their daily washing and dressing, the ladies in waiting happy to assist us. But I despised it, not wanting their assistance; or their scrutiny as their eyes roamed over my bare skin. Judging every curve and dimple that played across my frame; never understanding why my father insisted on everything being done for us. However, my sisters and I had no other choice but to accept it, most of the time anyway. I knew that Derrick (my guardian) would be displeased with me denying the ladies in waiting access to me when they came, but allowing them to aid me always felt so wrong somehow; like they were taking away my modesty.
Today I wished to do it all myself, without the judging eyes of my father’s employees gazing at my body; their seemingly dull movements grating at my mind. I had always felt degraded to have them around, knowing that they constantly stared whilst they washed my body and fitted me into my gowns. After all, I was both old enough and knowledgeable enough to do it myself.
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Icarefully pushed the steam from my large vanity mirror as I wrapped the towel tighter around my small frame, barely able to see the form that stared back at me in the glass. My deep coppery hair cascaded in damp waves down across my shoulders, moulding with my pale skin as it slipped down my back. The bright colour of my hair caused my skin to look almost white, the shade white and seemingly lifeless, the dark freckles around my nose and cheeks more distinctive. Though I was not the only one with fair skin, my sisters having a similar skin tone to mine; though slightly darker as they spent more time outdoors. Leaving me to my lessons in etiquette and mannerisms, yet; with all the time that I spent with my private tutor, I never seemed to get anywhere. To learn anything more than I already did about being in my standing of society. But I never fully saw the point, the hours spent learning how to stand or speak as my sisters did only drowning my mood in the urge to run; t
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Continuing to smile, I turned away from the vanity and crossed the pristine bathroom, steam rising from the cooling marble bath. I shuffled towards the small chair where I had left my emerald green gown, flexing my toes on the icy white tiles; my smile growing as I was filled with happiness. Normally I would avoid dark colours because of my pale skin, though for some reason, the dress reminded me of my mother. Of the portraits I had seen of her in the castle; in them she always wore dark red’s or green’s the shades causing her pale skin to almost glow, her red cheeks standing out above all else.Drying off in record time, I stepped into the gown, careful to tie the small black sash around my waist. I giggled, almost childishly as I fell in love with the silky fabric, twirling in a small circle. It seemed strange to be doing it on my own for the first time in my life, with none of the ladies in waiting there to judge my every movement; their scr
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I nodded, realising that I could have trusted him with how I felt, though because my sisters had never requested such a thing from their guardians, I was afraid to ask, to entrust him with my feelings. Although now I see that my actions were foolish and rash. “I’m sorry guardian, it is only that I did not know how you would react and no other princess has ever requested such a thing; so I did not believe it to be possible. I had been contemplating it for a while.”“I do not need to hear your excuses; I only ask that you come to me about anything that is an issue. Do you understand?” Derrick questioned, releasing his grasp on my chin.I nodded as my guardian took a step back, believing his words to be reasonable; if I would have told him about my wishes then there would not have been an issue, only instead, I went behind his back and did as I pleased. This is not how things work, not how things have ever worked.Start here
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My guardian strolled towards a pair of towering black oak doors, crowns carved into each one with the vast etching of a stags head; the sign of the last king that controlled these halls before my father. His nation vast and powerful. Yet, like many others;riddled with constant war. The last king became injured greatly in battle, eventually dying in his bed only hours after naming my father heir after having no kin of his own. My father of course had been surprised bythis, taking the throne with ahumble and love filled heart; later marrying my mother who had remained as one of the ladies in waiting after the death of her king. In his birth land, my father had been the fifth son born, having no rights to the throne of heritage of anything other than a small amount of land as a lord in my grandfather’s kingdom. But, that was not what the warrior had intended to do with his life, and instead, when this land was riddled with war and the old king called out for ass
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“It is perfectly reasonable, what with your sisters constantly demanding that you be polite and respectful. Though they bore me. I fear they do not have your spark Sanctus, not like your mother.” My father sighed, his smile remaining as he adjusted his black robes, each piece of clothing he wore crafted from the finest cotton; yet easily manoeuvrable in battle.I smiled up at his armoured breast plate, once again noticing that he still wore the armour of the stag after all these years, vast antlers reaching across his broad chest. I shifted my eyes towards the sheath by his side, the large jewel at the hilt of his long sword breathtaking as the red shone through his black cloak; informing me that he still did not trust the members of the council enough to remove his weapon in their presence. Smart. I believed that each one of them would betray him were they given a chance, taking the throne for themselves and even selling our secrets to other nations.
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“Calm yourself daughter, I will not harm you.”I lifted my head to gaze at my father, his eyes no longer showing any hints of anger, hisradiating blue eyes filled with only care. I laid my head against his chest, attempting to calm my tears. I knew that he would not harm me as he did to those who faced him on the battlefield, though not allowing me to fight seemed to hurt more than any strike I may face. He loved me and that I would never doubt, but the prospect of fighting seemed important to me, moreso than anything else. Why could he not understand that?“I know that you want to fight, but I do not want you to be harmed Sanctus. I do not want to lose you as I did her.” He whispered softly before planting a soft kiss onto the top of my head, his arms wrapped around my shoulders.I gasped lightly, now realising why he seemed so cruel, why he lost his temper in my presence when he never had before. He was afraid. My fath
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Sanctus. It appears to be amazingly simple as it slips from your tongue, when you voice the letters and form a word, and yet, it was much more than that, each letter forming a story. A life. It was a name, one that screamed with promise, with a bright and prosperous future. It was my name, the one that I was given on the day of my birth, a name fit for someone of my standing; one that radiated elegance. My father, the king had chosen it from many others; from thousands of possibilities that loomed. Though I scarcely think of what I could have been called and smile upon the one he had chosen, the one he believed suited his youngest child; that fit his daughter like a saddle on a horse. In the old tongue of our language, the word directly translated into ‘pure’ someone who believes in doing no wrong, a person that will do anything to avoid injuring another. I smiled at the thought, but my heart sank, my name would always mean pure. But I would not remain that way forever,
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“Calm yourself daughter, I will not harm you.”I lifted my head to gaze at my father, his eyes no longer showing any hints of anger, hisradiating blue eyes filled with only care. I laid my head against his chest, attempting to calm my tears. I knew that he would not harm me as he did to those who faced him on the battlefield, though not allowing me to fight seemed to hurt more than any strike I may face. He loved me and that I would never doubt, but the prospect of fighting seemed important to me, moreso than anything else. Why could he not understand that?“I know that you want to fight, but I do not want you to be harmed Sanctus. I do not want to lose you as I did her.” He whispered softly before planting a soft kiss onto the top of my head, his arms wrapped around my shoulders.I gasped lightly, now realising why he seemed so cruel, why he lost his temper in my presence when he never had before. He was afraid. My fath
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“It is perfectly reasonable, what with your sisters constantly demanding that you be polite and respectful. Though they bore me. I fear they do not have your spark Sanctus, not like your mother.” My father sighed, his smile remaining as he adjusted his black robes, each piece of clothing he wore crafted from the finest cotton; yet easily manoeuvrable in battle.I smiled up at his armoured breast plate, once again noticing that he still wore the armour of the stag after all these years, vast antlers reaching across his broad chest. I shifted my eyes towards the sheath by his side, the large jewel at the hilt of his long sword breathtaking as the red shone through his black cloak; informing me that he still did not trust the members of the council enough to remove his weapon in their presence. Smart. I believed that each one of them would betray him were they given a chance, taking the throne for themselves and even selling our secrets to other nations.
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My guardian strolled towards a pair of towering black oak doors, crowns carved into each one with the vast etching of a stags head; the sign of the last king that controlled these halls before my father. His nation vast and powerful. Yet, like many others;riddled with constant war. The last king became injured greatly in battle, eventually dying in his bed only hours after naming my father heir after having no kin of his own. My father of course had been surprised bythis, taking the throne with ahumble and love filled heart; later marrying my mother who had remained as one of the ladies in waiting after the death of her king. In his birth land, my father had been the fifth son born, having no rights to the throne of heritage of anything other than a small amount of land as a lord in my grandfather’s kingdom. But, that was not what the warrior had intended to do with his life, and instead, when this land was riddled with war and the old king called out for ass
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I nodded, realising that I could have trusted him with how I felt, though because my sisters had never requested such a thing from their guardians, I was afraid to ask, to entrust him with my feelings. Although now I see that my actions were foolish and rash. “I’m sorry guardian, it is only that I did not know how you would react and no other princess has ever requested such a thing; so I did not believe it to be possible. I had been contemplating it for a while.”“I do not need to hear your excuses; I only ask that you come to me about anything that is an issue. Do you understand?” Derrick questioned, releasing his grasp on my chin.I nodded as my guardian took a step back, believing his words to be reasonable; if I would have told him about my wishes then there would not have been an issue, only instead, I went behind his back and did as I pleased. This is not how things work, not how things have ever worked.Start here
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Continuing to smile, I turned away from the vanity and crossed the pristine bathroom, steam rising from the cooling marble bath. I shuffled towards the small chair where I had left my emerald green gown, flexing my toes on the icy white tiles; my smile growing as I was filled with happiness. Normally I would avoid dark colours because of my pale skin, though for some reason, the dress reminded me of my mother. Of the portraits I had seen of her in the castle; in them she always wore dark red’s or green’s the shades causing her pale skin to almost glow, her red cheeks standing out above all else.Drying off in record time, I stepped into the gown, careful to tie the small black sash around my waist. I giggled, almost childishly as I fell in love with the silky fabric, twirling in a small circle. It seemed strange to be doing it on my own for the first time in my life, with none of the ladies in waiting there to judge my every movement; their scr
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Icarefully pushed the steam from my large vanity mirror as I wrapped the towel tighter around my small frame, barely able to see the form that stared back at me in the glass. My deep coppery hair cascaded in damp waves down across my shoulders, moulding with my pale skin as it slipped down my back. The bright colour of my hair caused my skin to look almost white, the shade white and seemingly lifeless, the dark freckles around my nose and cheeks more distinctive. Though I was not the only one with fair skin, my sisters having a similar skin tone to mine; though slightly darker as they spent more time outdoors. Leaving me to my lessons in etiquette and mannerisms, yet; with all the time that I spent with my private tutor, I never seemed to get anywhere. To learn anything more than I already did about being in my standing of society. But I never fully saw the point, the hours spent learning how to stand or speak as my sisters did only drowning my mood in the urge to run; t
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Whoare you kidding?– I asked myself harshly, my smile fading –your father will never allow you to fight, you have just barely turned thirteen. I can’t fight in the war. I’m not even trained.My head snapped towards the door as a soft knock echoed through my chamber, someone calling for my attention from beyond the safety of my solitude. “Sanctus?” a soft voice called, “May we enter?”My smile returned at the voice, knowing that it was my eldest sister Marcella. I replied slowly, shuffling towards the edge of my bed as I kept my voice soothing and low. “Of course, sister, please come in.”The door clicked open at a hesitant pace, my smile remaining as I moved to wrap a silk black night gown around my shoulders, the night dress seeming almost inappropriate in the presence of my sister. I turned to glance towards Marcella, her crystal blue eyes scanning the chamber before landing on me, h
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Sanctus. It appears to be amazingly simple as it slips from your tongue, when you voice the letters and form a word, and yet, it was much more than that, each letter forming a story. A life. It was a name, one that screamed with promise, with a bright and prosperous future. It was my name, the one that I was given on the day of my birth, a name fit for someone of my standing; one that radiated elegance. My father, the king had chosen it from many others; from thousands of possibilities that loomed. Though I scarcely think of what I could have been called and smile upon the one he had chosen, the one he believed suited his youngest child; that fit his daughter like a saddle on a horse. In the old tongue of our language, the word directly translated into ‘pure’ someone who believes in doing no wrong, a person that will do anything to avoid injuring another. I smiled at the thought, but my heart sank, my name would always mean pure. But I would not remain that way forever,
