11/10/2013

~I Write Sins, Not Tragedies~

*(IWSNT)*

Chapter 1: Introductions

"Daughter." My mother sighs in pleasure as she gets me to twirl. The crimson red dress flares out as I spin. It's beautiful, the intricate lace winds itself up over my back, and the front has a sweetheart neckline, with lace up the sides, crisscrossing under my breasts, the rest flaring out in chiffon matching my petite hourglass figure. Unfortunately as beautiful as the dress is, it doesn't make me feel any less cheap.

I grimace at myself in the mirror, my deep chocolate coloured eyes meeting with my mothers. I stare at the doll in front of me. Charcoaled ringed eyes, bronzed cheeks, crimson lips and deep chocolate auburn hair, with skin the colour of an inner almond. I doll staring back at me, cannot be me. I want to cry, but then I remember I chose this.

"Rose, you have to do this, this is the way of our people." my mother says sighing. I catch her eye in the mirror once again, as she places a diamond necklace round my neck.

"Doesn't mean I have to like it." I reply emotionlessly.

The diamonds adorned across my neck and in my ears make me feel even more cheap.

"We need this Rose." She says, though I know she wants to say more; I am saved by the bell, well in this case the knock at the door.

Minutes later, Jill one of the younger girls appears at the door, her face trying to maintain a sense of neutrality, while her eyes betray her as she takes me in. behind her stands a man in a deep grey suit. It is time for me to meet my fate.

~IWSNT~

My mother gives me a farewell hug and I follow the man outside. He has been silent ever since he arrived. We walk outside, where in the peacefulness of the night is the nicest car I have ever seen; a black Ferrari. I clumber inside, my six inch crimson stiletto Lou button heels make it nearly impossible, thank god this dress is short.

We drive in silence for over twenty minutes before arriving at the restaurant. I am guided to my table and I plaster a smile on my face. I have seen His Royal Highness Guardian Dimitri Belikov a few times, mostly when his best friend The Right Royal Guardian Ivan Zeklos married his sister Her Royal Highness Guardian Karolina Belikova- well I guess she now goes by Zeklos- and when their children Paul and Zoya Zeklos were born.

He stands when he sees me. But doesn't even mention my presence. He continues to look at a menu, with a scowl on his face. This allows me to take in his appearance. His shoulder length brown hair is styled messily but hotly. His chiseled face and deep eyes show little emotion apart from the angry scowl that has spread from this mouth to his eyes. A few minutes later he humphs and slams the menu down. I advert my eyes and look at the menu quickly, choosing a chicken salad. A waiter quickly appears and takes our orders. I once again advert my eyes, but he snaps at me.

"I don't want to be here. I also know that you don't want to be here. I don't want to get married and I most defiantly don't want to marry a Wicca but I have not choice. My father King Aleksander demands it, so that it must be, but I don't like you, and I don't plan on liking you. You have one purpose and one purpose only, to give me heirs." His voice, which is damn sexy, exerts his anger and has my shivering. He's right I don't want to be here, but what choice do I have? I am a Wicca; a whore, a maiden, a witch and it is my job to please those such as his royal ass.

You see in Ruzza, there are four elites. The Royals who by nature are Guardians, protectors if you will, born to protect the other elites from the soul takers. The Royals are born two ways, the first where two protectors have heirs; such as Paul and Zoya or when a male protector and a Wicca have heirs.

Wicca are always female, we unlike our male counterparts cannot wield magic, we can wield earth and spirit, through life and growth. While our male counterparts, Wicce can wield magic from all five dimensions of the world. A Wicce is produced by a female protector and a Wicce producing a son and a Wicca is produced through daughters. Or if a Wicce and a Wicca reproduce then either a Wicce or Wicca is produced. Only Male guardians can reproduce with other guardians or Wicca to produce full-blooded guardians of either sex.

"Well at least we can agree on one thing." I mutter, not expecting him to be able to hear me.

"What was that?" he demands. I look up from under my eyelashes, attempting to look innocent.

"I said I am only here to please you." I say smiling. The corners of his mouth twitch.

Our food arrives and our lack of communication continues. As we finish up and waiting on dessert he chooses to approach conversation.

"So I have a few things I'd like to check." He says almost uncomfortably.

"Yes?" I reply without emotion.

"I am right to assume you have had no sexual relations?" he asks, his cheeks getting a light dusting of pink.

"Yes, I was chosen for that specific reason, my mistress was told to ensure that, as you only like Wicca untouched and unclaimed." I say, sitting up straight and subtly flirting; just because I am untouched doesn't make mean I don't know the tricks of the trade. You see Wicca are seen as being prostitutes, many guardians and Wicce pay Wicca for sex and other relations such as companionship; just like what is happening with me. The King had undoubtedly paid my mistress a large sum for me, I don't know why; I'm nothing special.

"How can I be sure you have been untouched and unclaimed? I have heard stories of the notoriously beautiful Rosemarie Hathaway." He breathes, as he eyes me up and down, his eyes resting on my generous endowment.

Luckily our dessert arrives and we eat the chocolate crème quickly and quietly, however once we finished he continues at me.

"Well, how can I be sure my purchase is worth my money, time and worth my while?" he asks a hint of humor underlying his words. I look up and stare into his pitiful dark eyes.

"Because my mother hand picked me; also I only volunteered for this side of my title as a Wicca a while ago, this isn't something I have ever wanted, but when you get a good enough offer…" I say flirtatiously, he as no reply, he looks almost shocked. He purses his lips flat.

Dinner finishes up quickly and we are on our way. As we are standing outside, he stops me.

"Roza, you are a mystery to me. I look forward to our next date." He whispers, as he strokes my cheek. Before he disappears into the night. I am left stunned, my eyes wide and my lips parted, as I wait for the man in the grey suit and the black Ferrari.

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Well there is chapter 1; what do you all think? I have this story planned, well atleast the first 10 chapters. Maybe I will do a chapter in Dimitri's POV? The next few chapters you will be introduced to more characters. For now happy reading and have a good night/ day depending on where you are reading from xx