Only Eyes for You
Ch.1
A/N- I hope you like this plot….I thought up of it at like 1 AM. Please R & R! If you have any ideas for this story, email me.
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I don't remember the day of the "great curse", but since that day, everyone at court treats it like Friday the 13th. Most call my fairy gift a curse, but I see it as a blessing. When my parents had christened me Cecilia Alena, I doubt they realized how fitting that name would be for the tiny, squalling baby in the cradle (AKA ME!). I have heard that Pearl, my fairy godmother, flew up to my ribbon-adorned cradle, beaming at her idea of The Gift she was to give to me.
"I give Cecilia the gift of true love; she will be blind until she finds the one that her heart has been waiting for." In that one sentence, my name's meaning of "Blind Light" came true and my parents' hopes for me were dashed.
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"Cecilia? Get up, your highness! His Grace, King Albert, and her Majesty, Queen Tricia, wish to see you in the Main Hall," Brandi, my chambermaid, gently shook me awake and helped me out of bed. I pushed back the bush growing out of head from my face. Brandi scolded me,
"Don't go shoving your lovely hair like that, Miss Cecilia." I held back a snort; if I can' see my hair, then how do I know that my hair IS lovely? I felt the presence of five or so other maids in my dressing room. They all were twittering like a bunch of hens.
"That green would make her pale skin sallow! This cobalt blue I've got would bring out her lovely eyes," I recognized the warm voice of Aimee, my favorite lady-in-waiting who was just about my age. At the mention of my eyes, everyone grew silent. Then a voice mentioned that it was a miracle that my eyes had remained their ocean blue color, and not turned milky white like other blinds'. My porcelain cheeks flushed pink; I didn't really like hearing compliments about what my parents hated me for. Okay, so they don't hate me, but they weren't very glad that I was blind. My nightgown was slipped off, and replaced my petticoats, undergarments, and that torture machine (also called a 'corset'). I felt all the wind rush out of me as Brandi and Aimee tugged hard on the strings.
"It's a wonder that these royals don't collapse or break all their ribs," I heard Brandi mutter under her breath. Personally, I agreed with her. Even though it FELT like everything in my body was squashed together and broken, nothing really has ever happened to me. I was primped; make-up, curled hair and all, then lead to the Main Hall by Aimee. I heard the squeak of the giant doors and felt Aimee leave my side. I counted the steps I took down the royal blue rug. 1...2…3….4….5….6…7….8….9….10……………….at twenty, I stopped and dropped a curtsy.
"Now, now, Cecilia, no need for formalities," my father bellowed with false cheerfulness, reaching out to take my small hand with his. Even though I was blind, I knew I was small for my age of sixteen; people have often told my father that I looked 10 years old.
"We have something very important to tell you, honey," my mother simpered beside him.
"Yes, despite your…..predicament, we have received a marriage proposal from the prince of Heilan, which is nearby to our fair kingdom of Daulen, yet not as wealthy," King Albert exclaimed, pompously, and many courtiers murmured in agreement. I felt my cheeks flush in anger and his words echoed in my head……."despite your predicament". Is that how my parents feel about me? Am I just a predicament, ruining their plans for me?
"He's coming tomorrow afternoon, just in time for tea!" my mother exclaimed brightly. If there was anything my mother loved more than sewing, it was tea time. Not only was I unprepared for the first bit of news, but THIS news was too much too bear in a matter of 2 minutes. So, I did the only thing I could think of……fainting. YOU think that was lame? Try actually doing it to get out of something.
"Goodness me, she must be SO excited that she finally found a man for her!" I heard Mom explain, be fore I fell limp, convincingly, into Aimee's arms.
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"That was SO pathetic, even for you," Aimee confronted me.
"HEY! What's that supposed to mean?" I yelped and jumped up from the chair Aimee had all but thrown me on, only to trip over something lying in front of the chair.
"Something that wouldn't be comprehendible for someone like you," Aimee teased, I could practically see the grin on her face by her voice," Anyways, I got some news on your prince."
"He's NOT my prince, but tell me anyway," I exclaimed, motioning for Aimee to help me find the chair again.
"Well……………….he's…………," she began, suspense in her voice.