Please tell me if this is starting to suck. I need your help, faithful readers. Who should Angela be paired with? Dilandau, Folken, or …Van? I think Dilandau would make an interesting story, but tell me what you think. Remember r+r please!!!!!!
Just a quick reminder () = my happy thoughts in some situations
'Italics' = thoughts of the characters, usually Angela
~= dream/ memory depending on whether awake or asleep
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Angela stared at her father as he sat down at the head of the table. He looked so fragile under his royal robes, so unlike himself. The years had begun to show on him since the last pressures of war had started to mount again. She was angry for the choices he had made for her, but she loved him and knew he only wanted what was best for her. He wasn't really trying to hurt her. As she sat there she made a silent decision: go with what he says so you don't cause him more pain. In the end it will be worth it.
"You wanted to see me, father," she said slowly. She still had no idea what her father was going to tell her, but from the look of pity in his eyes she sensed she would need to be prepared for the worst.
"Yes, I need to talk to you about your arrangement."
Angela gulped. She was afraid of this 'Baka, it's time to be strong, you can't run from the past forever. Make your father happy and do as he asks. Remember, in the end it will be for the best'
"What about my arrangement?"
"Lord Dilandau has requested that you move into the Zybach palace to adjust before your marriage."
Angela tried desperately to keep her anger from exploding, but it was like trying to hold back the tide. It was an impossible task.
"WHAT??!!??!!?? HOW DARE THAT ASSHOLE DO THIS TO ME! I OUGHT TO…" Suddenly a cold and twisted smirk appeared on her face "Yea, sure I'll go. In fact, I'll go pack right now," she said and got up, leaving her dinner that had just been set in front of her by several extremely distraught servants.
'He he. Yea, I'll move in alright. I'll move in and make his life a living hell. Plus, I need to go back and talk to…Folken. If there was ever a time to be strong, Angela, this is it. Go for it, and have a little fun while you're at it. He he' (who saw that one coming?)
She opened the door to her room and began haphazardly throwing the things she would need into a lot of suitcases.
' What to take, what to take? I'm definitely taking my entire wardrobe and makeup kits. Plus, I think I'll take some of my porcelain trinkets from my father and various people to remind me of them.' These she did not throw in a bag. She picked up each item, wrapped each in a soft piece of clothing, and placed it in a small duffel bag that she was going to take with her into the carriage cabin. Finally satisfied, she called for one of her servants to help her with her bags and glanced at her surroundings one final time. This had been her home for 17 years, it was going to be hard to leave it after all this time, but she must, for the sake of her father as well as her country.
As she turned to head out of her bedroom, her father stepped into the doorway. He was holding something in his hands.
"Angela…I…Good luck, my daughter. You were always stronger than I. Here," he said thrusting whatever he had in his hand at her. "Take it with you on your journey. May it remind you of all the good times."
Angela looked at it. It was beautiful. It was a painting done when she was a little girl, a masterpiece done by a world-famous painter. In it, her father looked strong- stronger than she had ever imagined him to be. And there she was, she must have been two when this was done, being held by…her mother?
She looked up sharply when she saw her. "She's beautiful, I wish I had known her."
"She was exactly like you, beautiful, intelligent, and definitely stubborn."
Angela looked at her again. It was true that she looked a lot like her mother. She had her fair complexion and long blond hair, but she had her father's turquoise eyes. As she looked up, she saw that her father had tears in his eyes and gave him a hug. Once they finally let go, Angela realized he had put something in her hand. She looked at him curiously.
"Don't open that until you get into the carriage. Go now, it's waiting. Goodbye Angela." He said it as if the two were never going to see each other again.
"Don't say it like that. I'll come to visit soon Don't worry," she assured him and walked down the stairs, taking one last look at her only family before moving on to a new future and a new home
just a reminder. I may not have said it in every chapter, but I STILL don't own Escaflowne even after countless pleas to buy it. It's just not happening. Oh well, there's always fan fiction.
