Black Goes With White
White. I always hated that color, it was so dull and boring. But it's ironic, really, because my life is exactly the same.
"Your Highness," the man bowed down in front of the young heiress, while she simply stood still. Her face was absolutely blank, with no expression at all. It had to be like that, of course. It was what she was taught from the very beginning of her life.
"The Duke has asked for you in the gallery," he told her.
"Tell him, I shall be there soon." The way the girl spoke was firm and proper, which would be surprising to others since she was only eighteen. But not when it is Lucy Heartfilia, daughter of Jude Heartfilia, the Duke of Fiore.
Once the guard left the grand room, Lucy held up her gown and plopped down on her bed. A sigh escaped the girl's lips as she closed her eyes. What was the point of living life like that?
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The raven haired man looked down while the elderly told him his instructions. He adjusted in his seat for more comfort, putting one knee up above the torn couch. Sometimes he wondered what it would be like if people cared for him. If he was told when do to what, if he was loved when he accomplished something, if he was scolded when he broke rules. Sadly, the boy didn't have any of that. After his parents' death resulting him being an orphan he could only listen to his uncle, the master of crimes, who really didn't care much about the boy's wishes.
"Gray!" he raised his voice. "Are you listening to me, young man?"
"Yes," Gray Fullbuster reported, now trying to concentrate just a bit.
"Focus on your mission. Tomorrow morning you will set off to kidnap the Viscount," he was ordered. "Sources have reported that he will be seen on the south, in café called Earl. It only lets royals enter, so you'll have to be in a disguise. Figure that out by yourself. Remember, my boy, this is a big job. You must not fail."
When the last sentence was spoken with gaps in each word, the boy nodded. As much as he didn't want this, Gray decided to think about the positives of what might happen next. Maybe, after this, his life would change.
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"Lucy," the man turned around, dressed in rich clothing with gems and gold, and smiled as his daughter entered the large hall. He motioned for the guard to leave, and he did without needing a spoken command. Once the door closed behind, he invited the teenager to sit down. She carefully and slowly followed him, sitting beside when he did.
"Tomorrow morning you will have to meet the Viscount of Veronica to speak about your marriage proposal," the man ordered, while Lucy simply nodded. That was what she hated about this life: being ordered around every second. It was like she was trapped in a cage with no escape. And sometimes she just wanted to be free from it all.
"What might his age be?" she asked, feeling timid but coming out confident.
"Around forty," her father answered. She felt disgusted, but then realized that wasn't allowed as well.
"I will be ready by six."
"I prefer five, since the meeting place is out in the city and it takes time for you to go," he told her, and she nodded again in approval. "I would like it if you wore the white chiffon gown of your deceased mother."
"But I don't seem to have any footwear that match with it," she voiced her concern.
"Wear black," her father suggested. "Black goes with white."