Chapter Two | Eternal Love

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1976 "So beautiful, so perfect, every angle, every feature." His whisper tingles on my neck as his hand glide across breast. Cupping it in his big, rough hands. His soft, wet kisses being planted on my shoulders as I throw my head back against his own, giving him more access. I feel an entire bucket of water damping my body, I shoot up from sleep as I see my younger sister chuckling as she hands the maid the bucket she threw at me with. She jumps onto my bed, bearing in mind, I was traumatised of what had just happened. "I cannot believe you slept through a suitor?" She chuckles, I shook my head as I remove myself from the wetness as the maid hands me a towel, I thank her and wipe my face with it. Meet Clara, a one of a kind. Care free, loveable and most importantly annoying. No one got to tell her what to do, because she was never in line to the throne unless I do not have children. She got to be free, no attention was given to her. She really does not understand how lucky she is, she thinks being a future Queen is cool, but no. It really is not. Nobody gives you freedom here, a secret life? No such thing, cameras are everywhere. Reporters, public eyes. "It was an accident. He was so boring." "What did you expect from a fifty-year-old man, yuck!" She sticks out her tongue as a sign of disgust. I fold the wet bedding and hand it to the maid, thanking her she makes her way out of the bedroom. "I know, I know Clara, I do not want to marry a man that could be my second father. I want to marry someone, I love, that I have feelings for. A man who cares about me and not my upcoming throne. Not who my parents are, I do not care of his wealth, I care of his respect, but that is all just a fantasy." I whisper, Clara gives me dodo eyes and I smile before hitting her with the softness of my pillow. "I understand sister, I do. But mother is angry, not only angry, she is mad." "She is? Oh, dear." When mother is mad, there is nothing going to stop her form shouting, or insulting me. I am pleasantly waiting for it; it couldn't be as bad as people say it was. I should be used to the insults by now, all she does is call me a w***e. "She wants to see you in five minutes, and I am not invited, it is okay though I have a plan." She takes out the glass cup in her hold as she presses it against her ears. I should not be surprised by the ideas she comes up with. After a small talk with Clara, I decided it is time to face the music, I changed into appropriate clothing and shut my bedroom door behind me as I tread down the halls. Maids stopping every second to bow down at me, I have told them there was no need but they do not listen to a single word I say. I knock onto the room door, after allowed entry, I step inside to see my mother pouring my father tea. "Good morning." No answer from either of them, I swallow down fear the erupted in the back of my throat as I take a seat opposite my mother and father. My mother settles down and drinks hr cup of tea before glancing up at me. Here she goes. "You are nothing but an embarrassment, how dare you sleep half way of his talking?" My father sat across the dining table, reading his daily newspaper as he indulges into his breakfast, whilst my mother is bickering of on me because I slept. The man would not stop yapping about his fifty castles, could you blame me? "It was a sincere accident." "An accident? Malissa would have never slept through a suitor." Here she goes again, the hundredths time. "You disgust me, setting a bad example for your sisters! I always wished for a daughter, but not to come out like you." "Mother, please stop." I warned. "You are supposed to become the Queen of England. Yet, here you are, cannot even find yourself a decent suitor." She pointed her fork into my direction. "They are older than my own father, what kind of mother sells her daughter?" "I do! I am a mother. But you, you are the definition of trash, you cannot even lead a country. And I am supposed to leave it with you in a few years." She growls, my heart tinges slightly as I bang onto the table standing up, my father drops his new paper as he watches me with his hawk eyes. "I do not need a man to get married and to rule a country. You expect me to be a perfect daughter, and you need to understand that I will never be your dream daughter. Never, I do apologise for not being up to your expectations, since I am seen as a w***e in your eyes." "You will marry Garret; you have no choice. Monday will be the engagement party and you will not embarrass me." Her jaw tenses, I push the chair from underneath my legs and pick my plate up from the table. "If you would excuse me." I rush out of the dining room bumping into my sister who held the glass cup as she looks at me with sadness in the back of her eyes, into the staff kitchen, tears urging to be let out. I shove my plates into the sink. Rushing to the maidens exit as I grab open the door, and sprint out, lifting my dress along with me. The green, olive grass swaying from the light summery wind as I rush into the woods barefooted after whipping of my heels into the hills. Something inside of me, forced me to continue running, the urge of tears wanting to spill took its chances and left me. I threw my hat onto the floor as I rip of my gloves. My hands swaying around tress, like a lost princess. I hadn't noticed the darkness already blooming over my head, I stop noticing I ran farer than I expected to. The moment I step onto the grass, I trip over a wooden log, hearing a something tears as I collide with the ground. I gasp as I pull myself to standing, seeing a huge rip from my waist down. I reach a ready-made fireplace, looking around to see no one here. I settle down onto one of the pillows as keep myself warm as I dig my head into my knees. My clothes were muddy and ripped, I chuckle, laughing to myself as I lay down onto the floor, my head resting on a pile of leaves as I see the stars shining above me. I just laugh, smiling, this was probably the biggest thing I have ever done, my mother would kill me. I dig my hands into the dirt and roll around it for a little bit of fun, no one telling me of. No one judging me, I notice a shooting star diving across me. I make a wish. Like they do in the books. I probably look crazy, but I love this feeling of freedom. This feeling of knowing nobody knows you, nobody is around you. For the first time, I enjoy my own company. 
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