Author's note: Hey there everyone! This is my fifth fic! And my second Star Ocean fic. I hope this is alright, the chapters will be short, as they go from scene to scene, sorta thing. Please read and review! Constructive criticism allowed, just be nice. x3
Till Death do us Part
Chapter 1
Bothersome news
Albel lay in his room of Woltar's mansion in Kirlsa, staring up at the ceiling. He was in a rather touchy mood; then again, when is his mood ever good? Woltar and the King had been telling him for months that he needed to wed. Problem was, Albel disliked the idea immensely. He did not want to get married; marrying was for fools and maggots. Normal people. So he had taken to sulking in his room. Like a child. The King and Woltar had both tried to explain to him that he should marry and get an heir; after all, he was a nobleman.
Albel sat there thinking about the absurd idea. It was true that he had changed since the events involving Fayt and his weird friends, as he liked to call them. But there was no way he was going to get married. What psycho maggot girl would be willing to marry me? What a foolish idea. He wondered how he could get the King and Woltar to quit bugging him about such an annoying issue. He did not need an heir, there was nothing to inherit but his father's bad attitude and as uncaring as Albel may seem, he did not wish for another himself. He accepted his wickedness as a curse that should not be passed on.
Some time later, Woltar came in with a wad of papers.
"Albel, would you stop being so stubborn? You should get married, then you can live more peacefully," Woltar said. Albel turned and looked at the man.
"I do not want to get married, old man. I do not need a descendent who will grow up and be like me. Leave me alone, fool," Albel said. Woltar shook his head and walked further forward, holding out some papers.
"Here, just take a look at all the girls from Kirlsa and Airyglyph," Woltar said. He placed the papers with the pictures of various girls on them in front of Albel and left the room. Albel took hold of the papers and looked through them. He threw them to the ground individually as he dismissed each one. The last one he came to, however, was a pretty blonde girl with long wavy hair and light blue eyes. Sadness possessed the eyes and an aura of mystery shrouded the girl. She was twenty-two and daughter of a poor family, whose father worked in the blacksmiths. For a while Albel just stared at the picture, transfixed.