Hello everyone, and welcome to "The Withered Lily"! This is my first story, so no flames please! =D English is not my native language, so you will surely find spelling and grammar mistakes, even though I try my best!
Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji.
INTRODUCTION
Vinctus
My life…was a dream
She woke up by the feeling of soft hands caressing her cheeks.
"Wake up, sweetie" said a man lovingly.
The girl looked at him sleepily. Then a smile rose to her lips.
"Good morning father!" she said, stretching her arms and yawned.
Her room was shining bright under the light of candles. It was filled with porcelain dolls, of all sizes. The wallpaper was at the color of cream, with golden patterns, and the furniture made of deep brown wood. There was no window to be found.
Her father held her in his arms, as he led her to her closet. There, he pulled out a pink dress, with white ruffles and lace. The girl stood still, as he helped her wear it, after tightening her corset. When he was done, he took a step back and looked at his daughter adoringly. At the age of seven, she was no different than her dolls. She had pure white skin, black hair, full lips at the color of roses, and a pair of big bright amber eyes. He smiled at her beauty…
"So!" he said "Here is today's program: After you eat breakfast, you have dancing lessons. Next, we are going to study poetry. Then you'll have lunch, next I will teach you violin. At tea time, we can simply talk. Until dinner, you have free time to do whatever you wish."
"Alright father" she said sweetly. A smile rose to her lips.
Her life was perfect in her eyes. She had everything she asked. Her father loved her. She was getting the best education she could. She was happy.
Yes, my life was perfect…until that day…
Until then everything was normal…At the age of thirteen, her body had started to curve, her bosom to make its presence known day by day. She was beautiful as ever…But…
"Dad?"
The scared voice echoed in the stone walls. He turned to look at his girl, sitting above her chamber pot; sock all over her face.
"DAD?" she yelled once more, now terrified.
"Princess? What happened?"
Blood. That had happened.
His eyes widened.
She looked at him curiously.
"Menstrual cycle…" he mumbled in horror.
"What? Then I'm a woman now?"
Her eyes sparkled, but his remained in shadow.
"Oh father! I am a woman! I can have my own children! Next thing you know, and I will be married and you will have grandchildren! Is it not wonderful?"
She held his hands, eyes watered with happiness. He said something between his teeth.
"What?" she asked
He hissed the sound again.
"Father, what did you say?" she asked still blissful
"I SAID NO!" he yelled at her. She backed away in fear; his eyes were gleaming madly.
"THERE IS NOTHING GREAT ABOUT IT! NOTHING!" he banged his hands on the floor.
"My sweet angel" he looked at her with watered eyes "All my life I was trying to keep you away from the world, for the world is full of people who would blacken your purity. And now…time and nature become my enemies! I will not tolerate it. I WILL NOT! You shall remain pure forever! Married? No man will disgrace you! Your body shall remain untouched. Your soul shall remain untouched. Do you hear me?"
He grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her violently. She looked at him with eyes widened.
"But-"
"NO! You shall remain my little girl forever! You will not face the corruption of the body and the soul that time brings…Hate, lust, getting older…getting independent from your father …This will not happen to you. EVER!"
He let her go, and started walking in the room manically.
"I will find a way…My little angel will not wither. Never. She will stay cute and young with her daddy…There must be a way…"
He looked at her. She curved backwards, staring at his eyes in horror. Her father was lost. The only thing that she found was a madman.
From that day, he lost his mind. He started experimenting, trying to keep me from growing. Injections…operations…Medicine that proved themselves to be poison. Every day, a different torture. Every moment that passed, my body grew weaker, more fragile. I became sick. In body and in soul. The man I once adored, now I loathed. As the years passed, I started realizing that from the start, he mad. I just could not see it then. He had locked me up in a dungeon. I never saw the door. He always came when I was asleep. The rest of the time, I was alone. He always said I was too fragile to get out. I had never seen the sun. All I knew about the world was what I read in books. I…had no name. He always called me his angel, his princess, his sweetie, his…his…his. Always his. He didn't give me a name, for he never planned anyone else to meet me. To address me. I would always be his daughter. Nothing more.
I was no one. I wanted to live, but I hated living. My world was shattered in front of my eyes. Everything I knew and trusted…gone. Dead. Fake.
My life...was a nightmare.