UPDATE: SO I did a minor update to this section and two others. Just changed some wording around nothing major.
AN: Hello everyone! For those of you who started reading my old story, its gone now. I decided to redo it after reading the manga. I just didn't like how my plot and character were developing. (I had things almost completely planned out.) So I decided to tweak it a bit, and this is where it lead me. I am sorry, but I promise this story/plot is better.
I plan to update weekly/biweekly. I already wrote the first two chapters, I just have to edit them. I do hope you enjoy the story!
Disclaimer: I do not own OHSHC. I only own the OC.
Rain lightly pattered against the window; the light from the room casting a faint glow on the drops that clung to the glass. A young woman sat on the window seat, the soft light reflecting in her bright green eyes. Her long black hair cascaded over her shoulder in soft curls. She sat perfectly still, appearing as if she were a doll, watching the rain fall to the pavement. The rain was stuck in a never ending cycle, falling from the sky only to be evaporated later and start the whole processes over again.
The rain was trapped.
Just like her.
A sigh escaped her lips as she recalled the conversation from dinner. The conversation that stole the small piece of freedom she so desperately tried to hold onto.
The dining room was quiet, only the sound of silverware clashing with the plates could be heard. The stormy sky was visible through the long window on the far wall, threating to shower the city. The girl's eyes kept darting to the darkend sky. She wished that she could be outside when it rained; free to dance around, twirling and spinning, as the raindrops kissed her face. There was just something calming about a storm.
"Rosalia, I believe it's time that we discuss marriage."
The young girls head shot up from her plate. Surly, she must have heard wrong. Or maybe it was some sick joke.
"Marriage?" She repeated.
One look into her father's eyes showed that he was completely serious.
"What?! But, Father I'm barely 16!"
"Exactly, we've held off long enough. You have a responsibility to this family and it's about time you fulfilled it," his voice was stern.
A frown plastered itself to the girls face, her green eyes glittering with anger.
"Mom, can't you talk some sense into him? I think Dad has lost his mind."
"Rosalia, shut your mouth! You need to respect your Father and his decisions." Her mother chastised her, as her father gave her a warning glare.
The teen at the table reluctantly clenched her jaws, but continued to glare at her father. An arranged marriage? This was hardly fair; they had no right to decided who she should marry! What was she a show dog? Yet, in the back of her mind she knew that was all she was to her parents. In her world children were merely dogs breed to perfection; only to please the family in whatever way was deemed necessary. She was nothing more than a barraging chip to bring deals to a smooth close. In the end she was only a puppet.
She pushed around the food on her plate; doing her best to ignore her father.
"Rosalia!" Her father shouted, demanding her attention the elderly man slammed his hand down on the table, signaling that he was fed up with his daughter's behavior.
She looked up at him once more, the defiant glint still in her eyes.
"We'll arrange for you to meet him in a few months. The Ootori family is well known in the medical field; we could use this to expand our business overseas. I'm sure you can see how important this deal is to our family," he said coldly.
Rosalia rolled her eyes, wishing that she didn't have to yield to the puppeteer's wishes.
"I expect that I won't have to remind you to be on your best behavior."
Rosalia sighed. She hated the life she was born into, she hated being breed for nothing more than to further business and secure financial aspects. She hated being treated as if she had no will of her own. Why couldn't her parents just leave her to make decisions for herself? She was certainly old enough. She longed for the freedom that commoners had, at least they could freely choose their lifelong partner. They could date as they pleased, fall in love and create a wonderful life with their other half. Something Rosalia could only dream about.
That's all Rosalia ever wanted: the chance to meet a great guy who would sweep her off her feet, he would take her on countless romantic dates and slowly the two would fall in lover; forging a strong and unbreakable bond. She just wanted a happily ever after.
But, in her reality dreams about romance were simply dreams. Her life was not her own to live as freely as she wanted; others pulled the strings.
Rosalia's eyes scanned over the view from her window. The city of Florence was beautiful; she would hate to leave her city behind, forced to live in some strange foreign place with a man who wouldn't even care about her. But what could she do? It's not like it was possible to defy the puppeteers… or was it?
Slowly a plan started to formulate in her mind. She may not be able to have the romance she always dreamed about, but she could stir up a little fun. She wouldn't make things easy on the ones who pulled the strings.