My Heart Isn't Yours to Claim, It's Mine to Give
Chapter 2
Snow sat up on her bed, her breath coming in pants. The dream. It wasn't normal. True, her dreams weren't normally normal, but that was a whole new level of weird. That man... Tom! Tom Riddle, that's his name! It was an odd name, but well known in the Slytherin Kingdom, it was King Slytherin's heir's family. The Riddles were known to make strong heirs, almost over-immensely so. They were a force to be reckoned with, and everyone knew they backed the Slytherin king full heartedly.
With a sigh, she ran her hand through her curled locks, frowning and hissing pain as her fingers came in contact with a knotted section. She sighed as she moved from her crimson sheets, her white gown following her as the trim trailed on the wooden floor, as she approached her bathroom, the old oaken door, the handle was made of metal that had been melted and then crafted into perfection.
The clear marble shone, and the warm water that awaited her made her hum in anticipation. Her bathtub was made of golden marble that shone against the light that streamed in through the small windows that decorated the enterior. The sink that was against the soft blue walls was made of the clearest marble, the pure silver color shocking. Her toilet sat a good away away from her sink, maybe around five feet, on the other side of the wall. The room was a good twenty feet in length, and the width was the same, as well. The mirror that sat up above her sink was oval shaped, large enough so she could see the top of her head, to the bottom of her breasts. The back of the oaken door was covered in a floor-length mirror that started six feet off the ground, and then ended maybe an inch above it.
She slid out of her long-sleeved dress, letting it fall onto the floor in a heap. She quickly approached the bath, stepping into the steaming water with a sigh of content. The warmth seeped through her still asleep limps, relaxing the muscles and helping her relax as well. She leaned against the back of the bath, sighing as she closed her eyes, a small smile curling the corners of her blood red lips.
She had an odd feeling, though, that she couldn't get rid of.
Today, she thought, something's going to happen. But what?
Tom sighed as he watched his father hussle around, the man's once pitch black hair having grey at his temples. Salazar Slytherin was merely a bare resemblance to what he used to be.
He bore a neatly trimmed beard and red orbs that glittered. His skin was pale, and he seemed weary, the laugh lines around his eyes now seeming to show his age. The tall, once threatening, broading man now had slightly slumped shoulders. He wore his silver and deep, forest green robes that he wore on his torso were layered, and the black slacks he wore fell below his ankles, covering the black knee-high boots he wore. He wore a rapier around his waist, the belt holding it up hidden underneathe the hem of his green shirt. The rapier's guard was curved and slick, made of golden, and the hilt was covered in leather, black and well-beatened that showed the sign he was well attoned with it.
Though, the glitter his father's crimson orbs bore was not of amusement.
It was of loneliness.
Tom knew it was from the loss of his once-upon-a-time lover. Despite the fact that it had happened a decade ago, his father was still mourning.
Gryffindor and his father had been together for a short amount of time till their parents had found out and seperated them, setting up arranged marriages for them both. They had grown to love their newly-decided lovers, though the two had never loved the women their parents had picked for them as much as they had loved eachother.
Tom knew his father well enough to know that despite everything his father had been through, the losses and betryals, the loves and the hates, and even the wars, he knew.
His father was still ready to fight for what he believed in.
His father hated war, yes, but that did not mean anything if his kingdom was threatened.
And it was.
This new kingdom, Durmstrag(Stupid name, but hey, what could Tom do about it, exactly?), was threatened the safety of the Slytherin Kingdom, but no one knew why.
Durmstrag was a kingdom in the North-west areas of Scandinavia. It was cold, snow-ridden waste land that most likely didn't have many resorces, so it was reduced to having to raid and declare war on kingdoms in order to survive.
Apparently, the king of this land was named Igor Karkaroff. He was, Tom knew, the Ex-Headmaster of the Durmstrag Academy that was once located near the Hogwarts Kingdom until it was raided by enemies, and falling, despite the fight the inhabitants had put up. Igor had barely escaped with his life, but in the battle, he became handicap, having lost all use of his leg. He, Tom, had once studied under him, before the academy had fallen. Igor had been cruel and unforgiving then, but he seemed to had taken a liking to Tom.
In Igor's younger days he had been friends with Tom's own godfather, Severus Snape, who was now a world-renowned Potions Brewer.
Severus had introduced Tom to the ex-headmaster once, and Tom still got an off feeling about the elder male, and still, a little over a decade afterwards, even the mere thought of the man sent shivers of fear down Tom's spine.
Igor, the last time Tom had seen him, had had pitch black hair, with gray stripes. He had hard, coal-colored eyes that screamed of indifference and a love of violence. His skin was wrinkled, and seemed to be so pale it belonged to a dead person. Igor bore a scar going from his temple, and ending at his chin. He had worn a heavy fur coat then, and black slacks, his torso being hidden. He had worn his dark hair in a ponytail, and his heavy jaw was covered in a beard. He had scars along his hands, Tom had seen, because of the fact that Igor had shook his hand, covered in calluses, while the other one held onto a dark wood staff, that was curved and, in Tom's opinion, rather hideous.
The man had held a rugged, worn, and fearful appearance that Tom did not like at all.
And now, the man was declaring war against his home kingdom because of its fertile and fulfilling natural resources.
The nerve! Did he honestly think he could take down one of the greatest kingdoms of all time, honestly!
Tom was broken from his revere when his father turned to him, his weary eyes watching him. Tom sighed as he looked back into those crimson orbs, "Yes, Father?"
Salazar flushed slightly, barely noticeable if one didn't have keen eyesight, "Oh... It's nothing, Tom, it's nothing."
"No it's not, Father, tell me," Tom responded, his tone harsh.
Salazar sighed as he sat down in a chair near a window, the green drapes hiding the sunlight perfectly, "I.. I'm worried about this war is all, I'm nowhere near as strong as I used to be."
"I know, father," Tom said quietly as he leaned back in chair, "But we will not lose. We never have before, right?"
His father smiled uncertainly, "Alright."
Breakfast was awkward. That was the only statement she could think of.
Tension was palable in the atmosphere; the only sound in the room was of the silverware clinking against plates.
Disgust pooled in her belly as she watched her step-father practically inhale his food. She cut her pancake, and picked it up with her fork and popped it in her mouth, her eyes straying over to where her mother sat.
Snow could see that Megami was also disgusted by Vernon. Good.
"My liege," The voice broke in. She turned to see the butler, his clean and tidy appearance annoying her. Honestly, it's as if the man had never been introduced to mud.
"Yes?" Vernon said, his head snapping up. Finally, the man had stopped eating.
"King Slytherin and his heir are here, to see you all."
*End chapie*
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