Kyrie sat herself lightly down on the window seat in her room, looking out the open windows of her Victorian home. The stars sparkled with a pronounced shine that made her eyes brighten with happiness as the moon soft light set her face alight making her complexion almost ghostly. If you were to listen closely you would hear a gentle lulling melody float from her mouth and fly pleasantly through the air. She sat there, many a night watching those stars and singing those tunes to herself in the summer night atmosphere. Some people might ask why but she didn't dare tell a soul, for if she did, then what would be left for her? She only had one other hope among the stars and her own soothing voice; only one other thing that she could depend on… and if she spoke out, everything would be taken away from her. Not only the soul with which she gave her hope, but her own life.
"Kyrie." Kyrie turned from the window to the voice she had come to know so well; low like a cats purr and yet so calm and refined that there was no emotion to be spoken of. "It's time for dinner." The low voice spoke again and Kyrie took note of the door closing behind her before she stood from her place by the open window and settled the skirt of her dress with small, pale hands.
Many days she herself wondered if she would ever grow, ever be able to control her own life. Many civilians took the time to remind her of her cruel life however; stuck in the body that she had hated for so long.
"Someday soon…" She whispered to her reflection as she gazed at herself in the mirror.
Clasping her hands in front of her she descended the stair case to the main hall at which point a servant would escort her to the dining hall. Her hands gripped each other tighter as she neared the dining hall. Another evening in the manor identical to any other and yet Kyrie felt as if something were different.
"Milady, please enter."
As Kyrie entered the dining hall, her eyes scanning the brightly light room she let herself lose a bit of composure. The room was donned with a new layer of royal red that brightened the room and made the cream colored marble appear as bright flames. The equally red curtains were cast aside to let in the night breeze that she loved so much and sitting at the food covered table was the man whom she had grown up with.
"You did this for me?" She spoke, her voice shaking from the strong emotion as he nodded. From then on she knew she would be okay inside this manor. She knew she would be safer with this person than with anyone else, because she loved him.
"Only for you." It was then she knew. This is what real freedom was.
A/N: Hey guys. Thanks for reading this story. I'd like to take a moment to explain the reason for this story. Firstly, this is all for your imagination. You can imagine who the man was that had the manor. Secondly, I had a writing assignment due in a past class in the beginning of the year that I needed to turn in. I never finished it until after it was due so I never actually put it on here. I hope you liked this story and will leave a review.
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