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"..ina..Kina! Wake up you bastard!"
"..
..?
Shut up.. And stop with the yellin-"
She's cut off by the sound of neighing,soft speaking and chains clattering from a carriage being pulled as it cane to a stop.
A girl stared down at them,a princess,looking around the age of 16,had found them. The next to the throne of whatever land they've run into.The young mistress who had no sense of caution for those who seek of her attention, feels of nothing and keeps her face concealed from the public until she marries a man into her name,had found them;although feverish and bruised. Celeste was her name. Known and remembered for her uncaring, indifferent and impassive attitude. This village, a village who owns the people banished from kingdom's of the nobles due to being suspected for their 'magic', was the last place they could go to find peace in the unrestrained behavior they endure. The two 11 year old girls, Kina and Aiyla, two girls who ran away from their abusive parents of the Cantril palace, who ran to be found by a saviour and forgotten by and violent and vigorous.
A carriage came and crawled up behind her, the sound of black horses with white fluffed hoofes and silver chained mussels.The carriage the cared for animals dragged along is let alone bewitching. The cybersigilism like designs across the exterior portrayed it to let alone be expensive, but polished often. The inside was painted black on the floors, the walls a beautiful shade of baby blue and white painted in a limewash manner, adorned with curtains at the entrance of it, held with a silver hanger. The horses trrotted their legs in frustration to get moving, so Celeste stared them up and down before letting her voice free
"I suggest you get in unless you would like to freeze to death. I don't have all day."
She snarls, heels digging into the ground before lifting her dress and face covering veil that drapes down to her back and covers her arms and getting into the spacious travel cart. Kina and Aiyla scrambled to get up, tripping while they rushed before slowing themselves and getting in one at a time. Compared to Celeste, they look as if they have been entwined with a dirty rag, strung like meat on a hanger and left to dry out. Celeste just looks like a princess, as much as she is one, who is known everywhere sets foot on. It won't be much of a surprise if she is.
Celeste was like porcelain. Although no part of her skin was to be seen, only ever seen by her mother and father when she was but a young child, as a grew she made the decision to cover her face and body for the man she picked to he hers. Only then will she expose her skin. But dispute this, she is no marionette to be tied by her arms and moved around as if she's become brain dead. She is not her little sister who listens to their mothers every command. She is not her elder brother who obeys their fathers every imperative. She is her own person. She is Celeste. Not someone else.
But despite her being so soft sounding when she doesn't pay attention to something, she is cold. She carries a thick undertone in her voice that once you hear, you dread what she has to say next. But that ice around her warm heart was only formed when she was young and chose to hide herself. She learned that as long as your not seen, as long as your harsh, and as long as you express yourself with hatred, no beasts harm will come to you.If you show yourself to be the predator, you will not become the hunted.
You will not be the prey if you are the one who pursues.
The carriage slows down to a pause, horses neighing to prove their arrival. Celeste steps out first, fixing her head covering before walking forward. Kiya and Aiyla step out, staring at the castle for a few minutes in shock before eyeing each other, and running after the princess. Celeste seems to be very on point to the idea of not having time to waste. She seems to not care about them much but had at least some respect since they were likely to freeze to death if they stayed outside any longer.
"Take care of them.
Oh, and give them less tattared clothes,theif an eyesore.That's an order."
Celeste weakens the Butler's hopes of earning her respect, risen with her less impolite stance,with her simple command. Her heels click against the floor, the train of her dress and face covering dragging against the floor. A guard follows after her, dresses in shiny black and white armor and a weapon chosen go be a thin although sharp blade with a light blue handle, his helmets shield for his eyes down, head too as be walks in her presence. She doesn't like constant talking and he holds his job of service and silence unless spoken to quite well.
"Mother"
"Celeste"
Her mother eyed her down. She took in two lonesome girls dirty and ragged on the forest floor, without permission. Celeste was never one to take orders or obey, that came from her fathers recklessness when he was a child. The older woman sighed, frustrated
"You brought two people, who we very much do not know who are, into my palace? Are you an idiot, dear?"
Her mother whines.
"How insole-"
"Do you want me to have our population decline because of the amount of children probably burrowed under the snow by now? It's bloody freezing, they'll probably be nothing more than meat for the wolves!"
Celeste silences her, her own voice echoing out the window. She loves her mother,yes, but with this hate for having filth inside her palace oh does it frustrate her. The girl sighs, sitting down on the canopy bed, pulling the see through white curtain open and sits there, fists clenching the freshly changed silk sheets.
Her mother, now very much clearly subdued by her daughter clears her throat
"Have a good night, sweetheart."
She sighs out, before stepping back out the door crevice and shutting it with a soft click
Celeste stares at the door for a few seconds, before getting up and walking towards the mirror, and unsheathes her face, dropping her crown onto her bed, the jewelry bouncing softy due to the throw. She stares at her reflection, pale skin, one scared over eye now permanently white, although having vision in it,and the other dark brown. Her hair,white like her mother's, uncut since birth and down to her back with a part down the middle.
She takes the dress off, hangs it infront of her dressing table for the maids to collect in the morning for a wash, and wraps herself in a dressing gown, half see through at the arms and at the edges blessed with a fluffy material with small train. She takes off her heels, sighing at the relief of pressure before walking to the bathroom.
Although her bath is relaxing, her mind can't help but keep wandering back to the thought of the two girls. Kina and Aiyla sisters born into an abusive household and a torturous father. Dispute Celestes uncaring acts, truthfully she worries for the little ones. She can only pray the Butler's will take good care of them, and ATLEST give them comfortable clothes to rest in tonight.
She will treat them like her own. She'll make sure of it.
But regardless, she unplugged the bath, and stepped out, droplets of water dripping off her bare body as she reached for a towel drying herself off and eventually puttingthe gown back on. She returns to her room and eventually picks out a black silk short dress to sleep in,with lacey socks of course.
Tomorrow will be a long day, no doubt.