THE SPARKLING DIAMOND
Sorry for being late.
All the guests were there. Outside of the sickening peach-papered dressing room that smelled of sweat and age old stomach contents. Vomit. That's what the wedding had smelled like. Vomit. I could hear the milling of fat, happy relatives and friends, and the rest who wished me well, and came for the food. Screams of unruly children and the chattering of neighbors that had come to the occasion made my head throb. I sat there in my wedding gown, more melancholy. No. More suicidal than nervous. It would have been the happiest moment of my life, had I loved him. But I didn't. He was strange. Even stranger, he was a stranger, if you get my meaning. Known widely for traveling about with elves and such. Then, as if hurling forth through the passages of time, I was already rehearsing my vows. Where had those hours of freedom before gone?
He told me I looked beautiful, but ignored him. I said 'I do' with tears on my face. When we were pronounced Husband and Wife, I didn't kiss him. I wouldn't let him kiss me. didn't stay to talk to relatives, for I thought if I heard 'Congratulations' I might be sick. I went back to the vomit room again, more suiting to my taste now, I leaned over in the basin and hurled forth the wedding cake, as if my body was protesting against it's poison. " I don't want your blessing or well wishes leave me be" I said, wiping some of my contents from a brazen cheek. "Diamond. I don't want you to be cold, this is for the best." She replied hardly. It made me burst into tearful laughter that echoed across the peach paper and cheap linen tailored furniture. "HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME? " I shrieked for all to hear. "HOW COULD YOU PROMISE ME TO A MAN I DON'T KNOW, DON'T LOVE BECAUSE OF HIS TITLE?" My mother pursed her lips and blinked away my malicious breath, the way she always did when she was in some sort of emotional conflict, but maintained her state of calm. " How could you deny such a fine young man? Look at all the jewelry he has sent you!" she said softly smoothing my ugly box, filled with earrings and necklaces that Pippin had sent me, to try and materialistically enchant me. I picked up the box and opened it " Of course mother. You love jewelry. SO WHY DON'T YOU HAVE IT?" I threw it at her feet. " that's all a daughter's happiness is worth to you anyways" I said as coldly as my tears, that were staining my features like the wedding cake that had spewed forth carelessly onto my dress. I left without another word to her. Outside. a pony awaited me, beside captor. I was just a beast to him. A piece of meat to extricate a head from and hang upon his wall to be admired by his companions. He was waving goodbye to his friends and family now. I climbed onto the black pony. I didn't wave. I didn't smile as we left to my new home for the rest of my miserable existence. I was dead to the world.
Sorry for being late.
All the guests were there. Outside of the sickening peach-papered dressing room that smelled of sweat and age old stomach contents. Vomit. That's what the wedding had smelled like. Vomit. I could hear the milling of fat, happy relatives and friends, and the rest who wished me well, and came for the food. Screams of unruly children and the chattering of neighbors that had come to the occasion made my head throb. I sat there in my wedding gown, more melancholy. No. More suicidal than nervous. It would have been the happiest moment of my life, had I loved him. But I didn't. He was strange. Even stranger, he was a stranger, if you get my meaning. Known widely for traveling about with elves and such. Then, as if hurling forth through the passages of time, I was already rehearsing my vows. Where had those hours of freedom before gone?
He told me I looked beautiful, but ignored him. I said 'I do' with tears on my face. When we were pronounced Husband and Wife, I didn't kiss him. I wouldn't let him kiss me. didn't stay to talk to relatives, for I thought if I heard 'Congratulations' I might be sick. I went back to the vomit room again, more suiting to my taste now, I leaned over in the basin and hurled forth the wedding cake, as if my body was protesting against it's poison. " I don't want your blessing or well wishes leave me be" I said, wiping some of my contents from a brazen cheek. "Diamond. I don't want you to be cold, this is for the best." She replied hardly. It made me burst into tearful laughter that echoed across the peach paper and cheap linen tailored furniture. "HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME? " I shrieked for all to hear. "HOW COULD YOU PROMISE ME TO A MAN I DON'T KNOW, DON'T LOVE BECAUSE OF HIS TITLE?" My mother pursed her lips and blinked away my malicious breath, the way she always did when she was in some sort of emotional conflict, but maintained her state of calm. " How could you deny such a fine young man? Look at all the jewelry he has sent you!" she said softly smoothing my ugly box, filled with earrings and necklaces that Pippin had sent me, to try and materialistically enchant me. I picked up the box and opened it " Of course mother. You love jewelry. SO WHY DON'T YOU HAVE IT?" I threw it at her feet. " that's all a daughter's happiness is worth to you anyways" I said as coldly as my tears, that were staining my features like the wedding cake that had spewed forth carelessly onto my dress. I left without another word to her. Outside. a pony awaited me, beside captor. I was just a beast to him. A piece of meat to extricate a head from and hang upon his wall to be admired by his companions. He was waving goodbye to his friends and family now. I climbed onto the black pony. I didn't wave. I didn't smile as we left to my new home for the rest of my miserable existence. I was dead to the world.