Loving someone is nothing but a spell.
This spell draws you in and drains your dry of all sanity,
but we never wish to lose such a sin.
People and lovers have died for love, but never regretted their decision.
Could love be enough to die?
Risk your life for your hearts one and only?
Were your emotions enough to ignore? Could you ignore them?
Loving someone is nothing but a spell casted by the fairies of our emotions,
they bring us down and make us cry like a siren of the ocean,
bring us a family we wish to protect with our soul and body.
Love destroys us.
destroys families who go against it,
take lives filled with passion and love,
murder an innocent person with a blade held by a knight in its spell...
But love is nothing without a little betrayal and scent of blood.
As delicate as a baby but beautiful enough to compare to diamonds when in the light. Shades so innocent they make people cry. Lighter than air but heavy enough to make a ripple in the a still pound which sat underneath the shadow of the large tree.
Dangling above the water seemed the only life for such purity. Watering waves covered the soft texture from the earth, the cloud were jealous of its texture.
The petal finally broke from the tree branch it once lived and carried into the breeze, swirling slowly in its own dance. As the pink petal danced away from its home the sight of the large castle was in its purity. Inside there were maids and servants rushing around trying to prepare for the lord to return, but the petal knew better than them. The cherry blossom knows the lord wont be there until night fall.
Wind carried the petal away from the busy sight of the castle where the royals lived and loved, carried over the large stone wall which separated the king and his family from the land they ruled. This land filled with luxury, from the finest silk to the best rings for marriage. But the finest of the finest didn't mean a thing to many. To them the finest was just more poverty because of there was a spell on each item which made them want more; this spell caused them to spend more than they had. Greed was always a silent witch.
But the petal did not see this hidden secret, it merely saw the image the land painted for those who visited, covering all the lands darkness and flaws. To the eyes the land was bright and full of life, with children running about the streets while horses galloped slowly with their rider/knight upon their backs.
Houses made of stones warmed by fires made by villagers while they cooked or cleaned their wooden floors. Their back doors would be open and their small back-yard exposed to their eyes, green grass and a tree or two.
Women in the village wore long gowns made of silk or other elegant fabric's, their faces were perfectly shaped and hair as long as their necklaces. They were the pure image of village women who were rare. They were as rare as diamonds.
Men were nothing much though. they wore pants and shirt like any other male should. But they were usually covered with dirty, suet or ash from their work. Black smith, knight, farmer, shop-keeper, doctor or castle jokester.
All the villagers smiled as the petal blew in the breeze and celebration was high in the a castle. Everyone was happy for the arrival of their king and their king-to-be. Except for one person...Me
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The room was silent, thankfully the ruckus of the maids and servants had not awaken me yet from my sleep. I didn't want to awaken and have to face the truth of my fathers return home. Not that I didn't love my father, but I didn't want to marry someone I did not love. It was torture.
The white silk curtains fluttered as the warm summer breeze blew through the window bringing a single cherry blossom petal. My face was peaceful as I slept as peaceful as it could be for such a day. The petal slowly felt the presence of wind vanish and fall elegantly to my pale skin causing my mid-night lashes to stir.
I blinked and felt my pupils widen and then go to normal as the sight of the window appeared. The violet of my orbs glowed softly in the light of the noon sun. I was silent as my eyes searched my skin for the object which had awaken me from my slumber, when I saw the cherry blossom petal a smile covered my red rose lips.
With a soft hand I grabbed the petal and gripped the petal in my fingers so I could admire the beauty. I rolled on my back and stared up at the cherry blossom in my grasps. It looked so free, so prefect, almost like a fairy-tale.
" Ohayou Princess", I blinked at the sweet voice and sat up from my mattress to see the maid with her brown locks pulled into a perfect bun, her attire was a long pink silk dress with open sleeves and gold trimming. It was her best dress.
" Momo-san", I giggled causing her to look over at me quickly with her brown eyes. She shook her head and quickly walked over to my bed where she grabbed the petal and tossed it out the window, I pouted at the action and sighed. Momo was up-tight today all because of the arrange marriage ceremony. " Why did you do that? The petal did you no harm".
She huffed and looked at my sheet with a frustrated look in her eyes. " That petal was keeping you in your bed. Do you not think that it would be best to meet your future husband dressed?", her hand placed on her hips as she stood there. I rolled my eyes and groaned before falling back on my pillow and pulling the sheets over me. " Princess" she growled.
" I am not here at the moment, please leave a note with my maiden" I muffled through the sheets. Momo rolled her eyes and grabbed the sheets from over top of me. I sighed and looked into her brown orbs. I was staling. " Momo-san, I do not want to marry someone I do not have knowledge of", I whined. The maid smiled and shook her head at my displeasure. She thought I was being childish and foolish.
" Now Princess, your father has traveled a long way to find your husband. Do you wish to disappear him so?", she had a good point. My father was a kind and loving man, he would make sure he found the best for me and only the best. No half-man would be my husband, they would be someone who slaughtered an army to just considered in my fathers eyes.
I sat once again from the bed and pulled my long raven hair to the side of my body. " I wish not", she smiled and slowly assisted me out of bed and to my feet. My toes curled at the touch of the cold wooden floor on my feet. My silk night-gown pooled over my body and touched the floor.
Momo looked over my petite form and my wondrous features which were not much to some of the guards wives or maids, but my little features made men drowl over me and fall into a trace. I huffed at the stubborn strand of hair which sat in the middle of my face, I hated the hair sometimes but then I realized it made me different.
" Come, come now. We have to get you bathed and dressed to meet the ring maker", I looked at her oddly and sighed before walking towards my bathroom. I didn't understand why I needed to meet the ring maker, it seemed pointless and out of question. It wasn't like I wanted to have I love you engraved in the metal, I didn't even know the name of my 'husband-to-be'.
I sighed as I entered the bathroom and looked at the wooden floor, these steps I had taken seemed heavier than before. Was my heavy heart effecting my walking? Perhaps my heart was weeping for love, it wanted to feel the emotion everyone craved and had in the village. I wanted love myself, I wanted to marry someone I loved and trusted with all my heart; not some man who kills innocent people for land.
Momo walked behind me and began to unity my nightgown causing the fabric to loosen " Momo", I spoke causing her to stop. " Why did you marry Aizen-sama?" she continued her untying before sliding the material from my body. I shivered slightly and felt goosebumps on my flesh and my breast perk. It was normal for me.
I turned to her in my naked glory and looked her in the eyes, I wanted to know her reason for marrying the head-knight of my father's army, he was a cruel man on the battlefield and an odd one in person. " I loved him of course", she smiled as the words passed her lips.
" I shall bathe myself today Momo, please leave" I watched as she filled the tub with water and then turned to me for protest. " I wish to be with myself for the time being before my father and..." I couldn't say the word, I didn't want to hear it nor say such veil thoughts. " My future husband arrive", it was like placing a burning iron on my tongue and listening to the metal cool while my flesh tore. Torture was something I didn't enjoy.
Momo sighed and watched as I looked at the running water. I couldn't look at her or stare in her eyes, if I did I would grow envious of her emotions and ability to have love. Unlike my subjects I didn't get love, I never would and that made me feel envious for all the poor. I would rather be poor and have love than be rich without love. Money was nothing but an object of responsibilities, it was nothing to me.
" Just don't go and try to end yourself in the tub. Your father expects to see you with a heartbeat, so does the ring maker" I nodded as she exited the room and slowly looked over me. She wanted to see if she was making the right choice in letting me be alone.
I looked over as the door closed and the sound of Momo heading to my wardrobe was heard, she was a fair distance away from me. Slowly I walked over to the bathroom window where I fiddled with the locks before opening window, causing a gust of wind to flood through the bathroom.
My eyes looked over the cherry blossom tree's in the distance and then down below where the sight of a black horse covered my vision. There was no one I knew with a black horse let alone with a red stale. Was that the man my father choose? Did they arrive early?
" Of all things my lord makes me do. He decides upon me to make rings for our kingdoms allies? Where is this lands sanity going?" the husky shouts whisper in my ears as I watched a tall man walk out of the Black-smith hot burns area. His hair was like fire and skin golden like metal which cold around my bare heart in seconds. The way he walked seemed pose and dangers, he was a rebel in disguise. The black pants and shirt along with leather boots made him look more like a mystery to me, a mystery I wanted to solve on my own.
" Dear sir!", I yelled out ignoring my naked body. He wasn't going to see my flesh since only my head was visible through the window.
He stopped and looked over at my voice. I gasped in silence when I saw his bright amber eyes, his eyes were as beautiful as angel wings. " Oh, Good evening Ma'am! Can I help you?" he asked in the breeze.
I smiled at the sense of his not knowing I was the one he was making the rings for, it was pleasant for me besides the princess. " What is a handsome man as yourself doing here without a maiden or wife?", he smiled and looked around the area before looking into my violet orbs.
" I have no wife nor maiden. I have not found one" I blushed and looked over to the black horse as he stroked the main softly. His look of mystery was sending my heart into a wind-mill turning over and over almost like my mother in her grave if she saw this. Perhaps this is love.
" Perhaps she is right under your nose".
" Or right above me", my heart stopped and my cheek weren't red like a robins chest. " What is your name, fair maiden?" I was silent. No asked me of my name they just called me 'princess' or 'royalty' .
I leaned back from the window and looked over my shoulder to see the bath almost done. " Rukia and yours?" he smiled at the name and ran a hand through his wild-locks.
" Ichigo", I smiled and felt my stomach in knots. What was this? Was it real? This feeling is different from anything I've felt before.
We stared into each other eyes for a moment or two before I heard Momo heading towards the door causing me to run into the tub and have the water splash over the edge. " Princess are you alright in here?" she asked as she opened the door.
I looked over quickly before nodding and making her leave the room. As the steam of the water covered my violet orbs I smiled and looked at the window thinking about Ichigo. I know it was only brief but, it was nice to meet a man whom isn't going to tying me down and forcing me to marry him. He was a free man with mystery and danger, he was thrilling.
Sliding into the water and down deeper into the bath seemed perfect for the man outside my window, after all he was making me think deeper into my arrange marriage. My family wasn't like another royal family. My mother was the ruler of the land, she fell in love with a noble from another kingdom and married at the age of sixteen. Father being a noble had approved to marry her because of her rank, but now that I was eight-teen and not married let alone never been with a man; both his and my mother's family are making me marry someone.
I wished I had met someone before all this happened, I would have loved to walk down the aisle to someone I actually cared for and loved with my heart. But my time had run short and I never met someone like I wished, there was a man by the name of Shiba Kaien whom I liked once; but he died in battle and married to our head archer. It was never meant to be.
The water covered my head and my hair danced in the liquid almost like ink. I opened my eyes and looked up to the surface were the light danced beautifully. I stretched my hand out to the light causing the dancing warmth to dance on my skin.
Bubbles blew from my lips as I chuckled at the lights and their dance. The tiniest things seemed to make happy now-a-days. I think I was trying to enjoy my freedom before I married. I sighed into the water and glanced at my palms, they were pure and untouched; no one had touched my hands before. The fine lines in my flesh glowed with a sparkling mist like the winter, my family being royal and noble blood meant there was something different about me. Something normal people would call witch craft.
The water rushed from my head and down my skin as I sat up, I thought it was time to breath. I didn't want Momo to worry about the lack of sound coming from the bath-tub. My hands reached for the soap our maidens made of flowers, creams and pollen all from the land, it smelt of summer which was calming to me.
I rubbed the soap in my hand causing bubbles to perk before lavishing myself in the soap causing my skin to tingle with enjoyment. A smile covered my lips as I smelt the aroma of the strawberry juices in the soap which lingered boldly on my skin. Usually the maidens didn't use strawberries because they thought they are meant for eating, but by my orders they made me one bar with strawberry juices because the smell was heavenly to me.
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The tossed petal danced in the breeze from the maiden casting it out from the princess's chambers. Most petals would be weeping because it was an honor of being in the presence of a royal, but the petal didn't weep nor shed a tear. Instead it danced in the breeze once again and found its path taking it to the metal shake.
The sound of metal on metal was in the breeze as the petal was wisp into the dark build where the only light was from the furious fires. There was only one black-smith in the shake. A man who swiped the princess of her feet with a single glance and brief conversation. The ring-maker was a solo black-smith.
He hammered continuously at the tiny metal which burned of crimson and heat. The large hands of the man gripped the hammer tightly as he hit the metal over and over releasing his anger.
The pink of the petal softened at the sight, it seemed to feel the anger of the mans heart. Perhaps he didn't want to make rings for the royal, because he wasn't married or engaged like the two. He was an envious green monster hiding in the flames of the rings metal.
As the petal's breeze began to soften and brought the purity to a stop on the black-smiths shoulder, the sound of horses galloping towards the shop entered the mans ears. He looked over at the noise and ignored the petal on his shoulder. " Koursaki", said a husky voice of a knight. His face pale but lite with life and luscious brown locks that crafted his handsome face.
" Can I help you, Knight?" the blacksmith growled as he placed his hammer to the side. From the aura around Ichigo seemed dark, almost like he was murderous for being interrupted by a knight.
The knight smiled and his horse stepped slightly before shaking its main and staring at the black horse graving. " Indeed. I was wondering about the ring for the princess", the black-smith raised a brow at the knight and began to walk out of the shadowing building and into the light.
" What concerns do you have for the princess's ring?" Ichigo looked over the brown horse the knight sat upon, its legs were tones and saddle brimmed perfectly for riding. Nothing like his horse. Zangustu was pure speed and power, there was no elegance of war in his step just determination.
The knight smiled as he fixed his silver suit of metal and flipped his brown locks back with a nudge of the head. " You see Koursaki, I am the one of the heads in this kingdoms army. Lord Kuchiki want me to know his daughters ring is fitted for her title-"
" Commander, I believe Lord Kuchiki choose me to craft his daughters ring for a purpose. He knows my hand-work and the detail I put into the metal to make the ring elegant. If you are worried about the ring, how about you make the bloody thing?", the petal moved slightly as the wind grew thick between the two and silence fell.
Koursaki Ichigo wasn't any other blacksmith, he was the best of his kingdom. His own lord summoned him to the this kingdom to make the rings, because he owed a favor to the Kuchiki's for helping them in war. The young man would prefer being at home in his tiny house where he was alone and there was only him and his steed. But, when duty called him he was running to his post, just this one was to make rings for a marriage.
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I groaned as Momo tightened the strings of the corset on my body, I felt like an abused rag doll with her tugging. " Momo!" I shouted at the woman trying to make her stop, but she continued no matter my protest. " I can not breath! I thought you wished for me to walk down to my husband! Not be carried in a wooden box!" I snapped causing her to finished the corset and grab the dress which sat on the bed.
A huff left my lips as my hands touched the corset, I could barely breathe let alone my breast which seemed to scream for release. I hated corsets, they made me feel light-headed and dizzy from the lack of oxygen. The blasted thing even made my tiny breast seem bigger and I didn't have a clue how.
Momo returned with the rest of the dress which slide on like a glove. I admired myself in the large mirror that sat on my wall. My hands danced down the light violet silk that shaped my top elegantly. At the end of the trim were my gasping breast where was a white lace were ribbons tied. As my hands drooped from my chest and down to my hips, I felt the lavender silk ribbon which wrapped around my waist and tied in the back before the dress fluffed out slight from my figure.
" Come sit and let me do your hair" I listened to Momo and sat on my bed, hands clapped together and back straight. My posture was perfect just like my father taught me when I was a child.
As Momo ran a brush through my locks I fiddled with the half-sleeves of the gown were lavender lace frilled. " Why so much trouble for one ceremony?" Momo stopped and tensed. I didn't understand why there was so much trouble, it was just the marriage announcement tonight.
The marriage announcement night meant that there will be a ball, with all the Kings, Queens, Ducks, Princess's, Prince's and royal maidens. There shall be jokers and the best band at the ball, but I didn't see the need for it. My father would only have the best food being ready, from roast pig to the finest lamb. People will dance around and around the ballroom in their best attire. But at the beginning of the night the two to dance first were the ceremonial couple. It was their first time meeting and touching each other but in a formal way. To me it was all too much, it wasn't even the wedding.
I looked over to the open doors to see the maids rushing to get things down, several were carrying out the golden dishes that would be used for special occasions like Christmas and Crowning. " It is a trouble because this is the first time you shall meet your husband", I bowed my head and held my breath as Momo stroked my long locks. I didn't want to get married to a stranger.
Momo smiled as she pulled my long raven locks back and braided a small piece in the front before tying the hairs to the back. I was lucky that my hair dried fast and straight, if it didn't then she would have to use this lard to keep it from curling. " There, you are all done" she seemed chipper for her masterpiece, but I wasn't so happy. I would prefer to wear my riding attire and getting Sode from the stable to ride along the country side.
" Jewelry! I nearly forgot" I watched as she just walked to my night stand and searched through the several pearls, gems, metals and silks that I had from men, my father, mother and things I bought from the streets.
I looked out the window and away from the searching maid, I didn't want to think about being all dressed up for a man who was just marring me for the crown. He wasn't marrying me for being me, he was marrying me to the King of the land. Basically my hand was the crown to this kingdom and my power was nothing but a symbol for some man.
A smirk covered my lips as I thought of myself being the crown and the throne. I was a metal hat with diamonds and rubies to a seat which many had sat in before, I wonder if my mother felt the same when she was getting married. Probably not since she married for love and not arrangement.
It would have been nice to have my mother here to dress me and make me beautiful today. Perhaps I wouldn't be so bitter towards my arranged marriage, maybe she would have made me feel better about it. I could feel her hands running through my locks and slowly braiding my strands, afterwards she would place her passed on jewelry to me for the ceremony. But, I had to face the facts. My mother was never going to be here, she was gone and sleeping in a grave.
Momo hummed as she tied the necklace around my neck, I looked down and saw the violet emerald with hundreds of diamonds surrounding the gem. This was my mothers, she wore it for her wedding and my father gave it to me when she passed away. I had never warren the necklace because I wanted to save it for a special day.
" Come now Princess, you must meet the ring-maker and see if you want to add details to your husband's ring", she pulled me to my feet and guided me out of the room. My shoes clicked on the wooden floor and echoed the room like a cave, this was my cave of freedom but it was slowly dying.
I closed the door and looked at the wooden long hallway which lead to my parents bedroom and the several guest bedrooms. My eyes clouded when I imagined my mother walking through the hallway in her ceremonial gown and being happier than an adolescence in love. Her image disappeared when three maid carrying vases of flowers ran by me towards the whining stair-case, each one of them smiled as if they were happy for me but I frowned and glared at their backs. They were the lucky ones, they had love were free.
Walking to the stair-case behind Momo I looked around the walls, there were paints of my father and mother when they married, when I was born and when they had their ceremony. Each one had a painted smile of pure joy. On the last wall there was a space for my painting. Would the artist paint my smile or would he paint my frown of displeasure?
The sound of pots and pans hitting together in a busy rush was in my ears as we walked down the stairs. I looked over the railing to see the kitchen staff rushing in and out of the kitchen with different foods and meats. They all were like mice in a maze.
When we were downstairs several maids and chiefs entered the room and stopped at the sights of me. It wasn't every day that I wore a dress and looked good. I usually wore my riding attire and my night gowns. " Oh Princess-sama" I heard someone gasp from behind me. I looked over to see Aizen with his armor on and behind him was Ichigo who was staring at me.
I blushed and looked away from the group. " Well all at you, you look beautiful" Aizen said with a smile, I sighed and watched as Momo went to her loves side and kissed his cheek. Must be nice to be in love. My eyes drooped at the sight of the two and then went to Ichigo who was watching me. " Is something the matter?" Aizen looked to Ichigo who looked to the ground and then to me in a glance.
" I still do not see the meaning of this ceremony. Why must I be dressed as so? I do not dress like this every sun rise. The poor man will believe a false image and think he is to marry some big breast woman with elega-"
" Princess, when you are queen you will be dressing like this everyday", Momo told me. I gapped at her and turned to the stair-case, drowning myself in the bath tub seemed like the perfect idea now.
" Momo what are you talking about? If I do that I will not breath again", I growled. The servants, maids and kitchen staff laughed and went to their duties once again. I glared at the woman and to Aizen who was laughing at me. " What? Both of you were not forced to marry some murderous man who does not love you, I swear the only reason for this engagement is for the crown to pass on to someone else-"
Momo growled and raised her hand stopping me in my rant. " Princess that is enough", she told me. I glared at the women. Who was she to tell me, what to do? I am royalty and have more power over her; if anything I should be telling her that this was enough for the day. " Now, you have to meet the ring-maker", I growled and looked over at Aizen who was smirking. He was enjoying my displeasure.
" Ummm, yes. We must discuss your ring", I blinked at Ichigo and I was confused. Was he here because he was making my ring? Ichigo was the black-smith? What? " Is there any pacific designs you wish?" yes he was the ring-maker indeed.
I sighed and looked at the couple before me, I didn't want to look at them and become more envious of their love. " We shall discuss this in the garden, Ich-...Black-smith", I stumbled and corrected myself to keep the two from knowing we had spoken before this. If he had spoken to me before, he could be considered a threat to my engagement or assumed to have taken my innocence. There were many things people would say and believe. " Momo. Commander, I shall be in the garden with the ring-maker by myself. You two please continue your duties".
They nodded and scurried off to their duties, I believe my formality was frightening with me. I was usually casual and lose, when giving orders or requests. Momo scurried to the kitchen to help the staff and Aizen walked out of the castle and to his horse, leaving I and Ichigo alone.
I breathed a long breath seeing as it was the only breathing I could do in the corset and looked at Ichigo who was avoiding eye contact. " This corset shall be the end of me", I struggled to try to loosen the strings but they only got tighter.
Ichigo chuckled and looked at me once again, perhaps my casual acts finally got him to look at me and not the floor. I wasn't that interesting but I was more entertaining than wooden boards and dust. " So, Ru-...Princess, shall we head to the garden?"
" Call me Rukia and not Princess, I dislike the title, and we shall go", I turned and began down the long dark hallway towards the garden. The sound of Ichigo's foot-steps behind me was in my ears as we passed the paintings of my growing and my family, there were a few scenes but not many. " What kingdom did my father drag you from?", my father had many allies but I never knew of their traits or roles in the kingdom, only the royals since they were all I was allowed be around.
His orbs looked over the paintings and the luxurious items in the castle, Ichigo hadn't been in a castle or been able to walk with a royal before. Even when he was told to go to this kingdom, his king came to him at his shop and told him with all his knights around. Being alone with the princess was a first for him, he had never been with such a beautiful and powerful woman before. " Karakura, my lord owes your father for coming to his aid in battle".
I nodded and slowed down for him to catch up. I didn't want him to think I had power over him, we were both being forced to do something we didn't want to do. " Your kingdom is quiet a ride away. How long did it take you to get here?", I felt bad that he had to ride so far for simple rings.
" Indeed, but being able to make a ring for a royal wedding is every blacksmith's dream", he walked beside me and smiled at the gesture. " It does not really bother me much", he chuckled.
I swatted at his smile and humor, I knew he did mind the journey and thought of it as a bother; he didn't want to offend me in my kingdom and make me feel like a burden. " Nonsense Ichigo. I know it was a burden and for that I am sorry", he tensed and held his breath. In my mind I could hear him questioning his word choice around a royal, but there wasn't anything he could find. " My family is purely noble and royal blood, it is required for me to know more than other princess's", he relaxed and nodded.
" By any chance do you know this future husband of yours?" my breath hacked and heart grew heavy. Perhaps if I knew the man my father was going to give my hand to, I would be more thrilled for marriage and not rebellious. I felt as though I was marrying nothing but a shadow.
My fingers fiddled with the necklace on my chest as I listened to natures song out my castle walls. " I do not know of him. I wish I did or chance to get to know the man, but my father wishes for the marriage to be done traditionally. To me, I believe it is not fair and that I should be able to fall in love, but to my father I am nothing but the future of his kingdom. I'm power in simpler words," I looked over and saw the frown carving into his face.
"No love just duty, being a royal is more like being a slave to developing kingdoms," his thoughts whispered in my ear as we walked. I would have made a comment of agreement but I didn't want to worry or scare him away, no one was to know about my royal traits and gifts; they might cause a riot in the village for witch-craft.
The sun was warm as my shoes touched the gravel stone of the garden. Inhaling through my nose seemed to control my frustration with the day and the arrange marriage, nature was peace and peace was is the garden. A smile covered my lips as I looked up to the cherry-blossom tree that shaded the exit of castle to the garden. Small cherry-blossom petals covered the sky as the summer breeze gently shook the branches. This was the type of time I loved, the simple moments of life and the calming breeze of nature.
I lifted my dress slightly as I walked towards the rose bushes and the pond under the tree where a bench sat in the shadow. Ichigo followed with his eyes wandering over the sculptures and fountains, his thoughts filled with amazement and curiosity.
The bench was cool but enough to bear as I sat down, Ichigo slowly sat while looking over the garden. " I know it is quiet beautiful. I and my mother used to work on it all summer and spring. It was one of the simpler things we are allowed to do," I said. I could still see my mother in the garden, down on her knee's and tending to the flowers as they slowly crept from the soil, it was a simple duty but a mesmerizing memory.
" Is being royalty truly duty?," I chuckled and looked at the rippling water of the pond, the surface covered in petals and the fish seemed to notice as they swam away. Being a royal was almost like being the fish, when something disturbed your land/pond you swam away and tried to strategize before taking action.
" Most the time, but we have some free time", more like there was just enough time to breath once in a while. With all the duties of the kingdom and standards a royal hast to keep there were times were stress piled up and you felt like you were drowning. Some royals did drown and they lose theirselves in duties. " But lets not talk about that. When are the rings to be completed?", I needed to know so I could countdown my time as a free woman.
Ichigo's breath stuttered for a moment before he realized that was the point of us being alone, if it were for a different purpose he would be killed. " By your fathers arrival, they just need to cool and at this stage I can carve some designs for you and your husband", I tensed and groaned mentally at the fact: I was going to be given away to some barbaric man. Why couldn't my father be a homosexual king? Perhaps he would have picked me a husband who was more about arts and magic, than war and blood.
I looked down at Ichigo's large hands which gripped his thighs tightly as he sighed. The grip sent a chill down my spine, it was strong enough to lock my arms in place with a single hold. He had warrior hands, not hands of a blacksmith. " You are not a blacksmith", his head snapped towards me. I figured out the truth about him.
" I am one, just not a full-time blacksmith", he tried but I didn't believe him. I shook my head and grabbed his hands into mine. A tingle ran down my spine as my fingers slightly glowed with white for my ability.
With my tiny fingers I unwrapped his large ones only to see the clauses that made his grip strong and murderous. " A blacksmiths hands are only small clauses. You have the hands of a knight or warrior", my finger traced the bumps as he stared into my face with his amber eyes.
" I used to fight for the kingdom before I became a blacksmith," I looked up and shook my head. The bumps on his palms weren't for old battles but from training and fighting for fun. He was obviously not a royal knight because they didn't have causes, their army prevents such.
A crackle was heard from my palms and I looked down to see the ice slowly creeping from my fingers and on his. This was the reason I didn't touch others for long and I was never touched by a man, I would freeze or heal all their wounds within ten minutes. I pulled my hands away and placed them on my lap before sighing. " You battle outside of the kingdom. Perhaps the streets or your family made you train often".
A smirk covered his lips as he rubbed his hands from my cold touch. " No, I train on my own. I'm quiet good", he seemed confident about his skills. Maybe he was good enough for a knight-ship and approval from my father. Perhaps he could be my suitor.
" Why don't you make a proposal for my hand!" I exclaimed. He blushed and looked like I just killed his horse. I wasn't that bad of woman, I looked pretty beautiful all dressed up; he should be honored.
" Listen princess, your father choose the best and you shall only have the best. Besides, the royals are only to marry knights and other royals", he was trying to flee away from my thought and let me down gently. I would have preferred a hell no.
I blankly stared at the blacksmith and rolled my eyes. " I am no flower or fragile glass, Ichigo. I can take a no", I stood from the bench and looked out to the sun only to see the set. I groaned and looked over to the garden door where Momo sat with her hands in front of her.
" Your father is only a hill away, Princess" I looked over to Ichigo who stood and stared towards the metal shop, he wanted to finish his job.
" You may go to your duties, Blacksmith" he nodded and studded towards the shelter.
I knew my freedom was over now, but I didn't want to believe it. I didn't want to marry a stranger. Perhaps my determination and rebellion was the reason this all began.
Well hello there...
I know I am due for an update for The Bucket List, but I had this idea and needed to write it out. Sakura Ai is going to be a story I will update when I am stumped on the Bucket List. Perhaps if I get a few reviews I might write another chapter, but I am not sure yet.
This story is going to be in medieval times and there will be some magic. Tell me what you think about the first chapter and if you think the story is beginning well.
Love, Bleachlover2346.
鍛冶屋と反乱:means blacksmith and the rebel.