"Miss. Lucy, it's time to wake up." One of the maids said knocking on my door lightly. I yawned as she pulled my curtains back to reveal the afternoon sun. "I really must insist that you wake up at a proper time and not in the afternoon." The brunette woman said frowning slightly. I shrugged and slid out of my bed.
"What's the point? Father doesn't care." I said rubbing my eyes and walking over to my bathroom. The maid let out a huge sigh and followed me turning my bath water on.
"All I'm saying is that you need to get in the habit of waking up in the morning if your to be this country's next queen."
"Yea? Well, what if I don't want to." I frowned as Merry helped me out of my nightgown. She shook her head as her long silky brown locks fell in her eyes.
"It's your duty after all. Since both your brother's di-"
"I thought I said they are not to be spoken of," I said turning cold as I glared at the woman. She flinched and looked down.
"My mistake Miss. Lucy. I had no right to say that." She said looking at her feet. I kept my glare on her before I turned the bath water off and stepped into the steamy water.
"Whatever, please, just leave me be," I said waving her off. She nodded and exited my bathroom shutting the door gently behind her. I let out a huge breath and pulled my knees to my chest. After that tragic day happened, I was never the same. Nor was my father. Losing both of his sons and his wife, that took a huge toll on him. I knew he never loved me before, but now that my mom was gone he wouldn't hesitate to hurt me. If I was to just walk into the dining room whenever he was eating, he would drag me by my hair to the dungeon and whip, cut, and torture my senseless. I would scream at him why he hated me so much. The only thing he ever said was that I reminded him too much of mom. I was 6 when they died, it's been 12 years and today's my birthday. But it's not like anyone cares. I may as well be a servant rather than a princess.
"Haha, today's my 18th birthday," I mumbled to myself as I played with the bubbles in the tub. "If they were here, we'd probably spend all day in town doing all sorts of things. Instead, I'm stuck here, in this castle of nightmares, to do nothing. I could go to the library and read, but fathers probably there. If I were to run into him, I would most likely be spending the next three days in the dungeon." I groaned and sunk into the water till it bordered my nose. How did it all come to this?
I stayed in that position till the water got chilled. I quickly washed up before getting out. As I did, the mirror in front of me reflected and a young girl who didn't know the light anymore stared back. My eyes wandered over my naked, scared body. Thin scare lines dotted my skin everywhere. But mostly on my back. I earned these for no good reason. They were put there by a monster who can't care for his own daughter. All that mattered to that bastard was power and money. Of course, my older brother could offer him both. But me, nope. A woman can't give you power nor money. All we're good for is birthing children and cooking. So what reason does he have to treat me as if I was important? I'm just the weak little girl who killed both her brothers and her mother. All because I was small and weak.
I looked away from my hideous reflection and grabbed a nearby towel before drying my hair and body off, then wrapping it around me walking out of my candlelit bathroom.
Stepping into my room, I saw a simple emerald green dress, with emeralds dotting the fabric, sitting on my bed. Unwrapping my towel, I set it aside before pulling my underwear on, then the corset, and finally the dress. I had one of my maids help me tighten my corset since it's impossible to do by yourself.
"How would you like your hair today Miss. Lucy?" My maid, Virgo asked.
"Eh, I just want it down today," I said sitting down at my vanity looking at my reflection once more. My big brown eyes that were once filled with happiness, now with 6 years of pain staring back at me. I looked away and handed Vigro my brush, then looking down at my lap playing with my hands.
"H-hey Virgo?"
"Yes, princess?"
"If, you know, didn't happen; do you think father would hate me so much?" I asked, looking at her in the mirror. She stopped brushing my hair and looked at the floor in thought. Resuming her brushing motions, she finally spoke up after a few minutes of thinking.
"Of course he wouldn't. I don't even think he hates you now."
"How can you say that?" I asked turning around in my chair so I could face. "How can you say that after you heard my screams from the dungeon?! You saw the injuries everytime Aries would patch me. HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT VIRGO?! OF COURSE, HE HATES ME! I REMIND HIM OF MOM!" I shouted tears welling up in my eyes as I ran out of my room. Virgo just stood in her same place with a shocked expression on her face.
I angrily swatted at my tears as I ran down the cold, empty, lifeless hallways. Then, I bumped into a chest. Falling back on my butt, I sat there frozen.
"What do you think you're doing you little brat?!" My father growled grabbing a fist full of my hair yanking me. I yelped and clawed at his hands. "You're supposed to watch where you're going! How many times do I tell you? Do I need to teach you another lesson?" He sneered dragging towards the dungeon. I thrashed around and clawed at his hands trying to break free.
"LET ME GO OLD MAN!" I shouted kicking my feet around. He tightened his grip on my hair earning another yelp from me as he lifted me up to look at me. He tsked and slapped me, before continuing on his way. Holding my now throbbing cheek, I looked around with pleading eyes. Nonvurbly asking the passing maids and butlers to help me. All they did was give me a sympathetic look and continue on. Tears poured down my face as my father dragged me down the stone stairs leading to the dungeon. I was crying in pity for myself, and for how stupid and weak I still am.
My father dragged me into one of the cells and chained my legs and arms to the wall so I was suspended in the air. Being chained up like this, brought up memories as I looked at the ground seeing it stained red. You woulda thought it was made of red stone. Not stained with my blood.
Flashback
"Papa? Where are you taking me?" I asked my small 6-year-old legs tripping over themselves as I tried to keep up with his pace. My father ignored me and kept walking holding tiny hand in his large ones with a firm grip.
"Papa? What is this place?" I asked as he led me down a set of stairs that ended at a barred door. Digging his keys out, it unlocked the gate and pushed it open, before dragging to another door. He also unlocked this one and pushed it open shoving me in.
"Papa-" I said before he grabbed a long black whip from the table. Trembling, I slowly stood up and looked at my father.
"Papa what is tha-AAAAAHHHHHH!" I screamed as the black whip made contact with my skin leaving a searing pain behind.
"Papa-AAAAHHHHH" I yelled as he lashed it me again. He did that twenty times before he finally left without a word. I laid on the cold stone ground, now stained with my blood, crying. "Why papa?" I sobbed as the wounds continued to throb and sting making me cry harder. "What did I do to deserve this?"
End of Flashback
I rolled my head up to see my father eyeing his options of torture tools. What a sadist. Whipping a 6-year-old girl.
He smirked as he picked up a blade that had a jagged blade that curved at the end. Looked almost like a saw cut into a dagger-size. I started to slightly panic as he stalked over to me, a nasty smile on his face as he dragged the jagged blade across my stomach. Slicing my dress and skin sending a think river of blood pouring from the wound. I gritted my teeth in order to keep from screaming. I will not give this man the satisfaction of hurting me. But in doing that, he dragged the knife over the same wound, making it deeper. I bit down on my tongue, drawing blood, to keep myself from screaming.
"What's wrong Lucy? Not enough pain for you?" He asked sliding my dress till it fell off leaving me bare. I yanked at my chains as he sliced my inner thigh. He continued his assault as he circled me, leaving behind cuts on my back and hips. But, the one he left on my arm, I could feel the blade scrape against the bone. When he circled around back to my front, he pressed the tip of the knife in between my breasts, before putting a fair amount of pressure on the blade as he pulled it down the valley between my breasts and my stomach. Ending just above my pubic area. I could hold the scream back. I screamed till my lungs burned as blood poured from me covering my pale skin in the thick warm substance.
My father held a satisfying grin on his face as he set the knife down and this time, picking up a whip with spikes on the end.
"This is for Layla and the boys." He growled lashing it at me. I screamed as the spikes made contact with my skin leaving deep gashes. He did it again and again till I blacked out.
When I finally gained conciseness, I cracked an eye open and looked at my surroundings. I was back in my room on my bed. Then the pain hit causing me to yelp. I looked down to see my entire body to once more be wrapped in bandages. Aries must have found me after I blacked out. I groaned in pain as I slowly sat up in a sitting position and looked out my window. The moon was already up and stars shining brightly. If only I was a star. I won't have to worry about anything. I would outshine all the other stars and I would be free from my father. That's when an Idea popped into my head. Tonight underneath the stars, I would finally run away from this hell hole.
What a birthday, am I right?
