I looked in the mirror in dismay, the poofy dress awkwardly clinging to me in all the places I don't like things clinging on. For example my chest, I hate tight revealing clothes on my chest, not that there's actually anything there, but still, I just don't like it. "alright, just a few more..." I averted my eyes back down to Suni, her bright blonde hair wrapped up in a half bun. Nodding my head I went back to the mirror, it looks weird. Mom never really told me what getting married was like, besides saying it might one day happen to me and that he'd be a nice boy, or she'd kill him. I wouldn't have put it past her to do it either, and I sometimes think she might've Uni if she had the chance. "ain't it weird I'm to be married" I spoke in Himsin to her, it gives me a sense of home. "quite, my mother always told me I'm to get married till I'm a functioning woman who can take of herself. We were actually planning on moving to Fiore so I could get a better education. What load of bullshit that did me." she frowned as her face seemed to shrivel in anger. "stupid son of a bitch" she murmured, her voice slightly fluctuating. "how old are ya anyways?" she looked up from the piece of trim she's working on. "how old am I?... well I think I'm somewhere around 12 and half." I scratched my chin as I thought of the time that has seemed to have flown by. "wow... I hate to tell you this but you're marrying a pedophile." my eyebrows laced together in confusion as stared back down at her. "a padophile? What's that" "well, its... uh, someone who likes kids in a wrong way... you're a kid, you shouldn't be getting married. You should be in school, or working, playing, hell being with your family would be better." she ranted as she angrily shoved pins in the lace. I never thought of it as wrong, the picture of a woman flitted through my head, her long dark hair floating next to my face. A cold shiver ran down my back, is Uni like her? He's never really acted too much like her, I looked up at the ceiling. I mean he has done some weird things, but he would never hurt me... would he? Ideas of him hitting me wandered into my head. It's a weird thought. Can I look at him the same way? The images only got worse the more I thought about it. " I don't want to think of him like that... it makes me feel... weird." I kept my gaze up at the ceiling. "how long have you been living with him?" I gave it a thought, "oh... maybe half a year... I'm not too sure, I've never really had to keep the date." I twiddled my thumbs seeing as I can't lift my arms. "that's why you never thought any much of the situation. Probably didn't know any better. You don't feel weird, well you do, but different; you feel violated. And that means you've figured out your situation. So what're you gonna do?" her voice held a know-it-all tone as she stared up at me, her doey blue eyes patronizing me. " I don't know, I'm only 12, maybe I'll like being married." my voice took on a sassy tone as I tilted my head up in defiance. Who is she to tell me this? Is she calling me stupid?! Softly I gritted my teeth. "hey, look at me" I kept my head up as she stood up, the shifting of her stiff dress letting me know. Feeling her hand on my chin I averted my gaze to the other side of the fitting room. Suddenly my head was grabbed by two gentle hands, sternly my face was shifted so I had no other choice to look her in the eyes.
Her eyes, they reveal too much. Sadness and every other negative emotion under the sun shown through her bright eyes. "look at me," her voice trembled as her voice suddenly became a soft whisper. "you don't understand, he'll use you till there's nothing left of you. Give it a year and I promise, hell I guarantee you will be a completely different person. Any of this" she gave me an up-down "... this happy go lucky shit, it will be gone. That defiance, I'm surprised you still have it." near the end she nearly sneered out her words. Her head pressed so tightly against mine it almost hurt. Anger quickly bellowed in my stomach, and growl lightly passed my lips. The feeling of it passing through almost giving me nostalgia. "to hell with that, I'll kill anyone who dare tries." I glared at her as a wicked grin grew on her face. "good. Now let's get this thing off of you and back into your old clothes.
It seemed like forever and yet somehow, no time till I was dressed back into my original clothes. Sitting on a plush velvet chair I sat in a parlor like room, Suni acting like the perfect maid, now speaking Fiorian as if it were her first language. Her accent is much better than mine. I picked at my nails, her words drilling into my head. Could it really be true, could he really do that? If I really am just a kid, then why would he want to marry, I mean, I'm not overtly beautiful or anything. The scar killed that aspect of me, and if you look close enough you'd be able to notice how crooked my nose. Also, my hair is an awkward shade of pink, too close to be considered a light, almost ginger. I am certainly not beautiful. Inside and out, I am positively ugly. What was I thinking about again? Oh. the image of me wearing an apron and being surrounded by children popped into my head. Screaming, crying, babies… I felt the blood drain from my face as I leaned back in the chair. My head becoming too heavy. "Are you alright miss. Lendrega?" Suni spoke as she stood up, her voice lightly waiving as she spoke in a soft tone that doesn't match the one from earlier. "Oh just fine, just dreading the 'car'" I glanced over at her, her eyes going soft as she simply nodded and stood back to the side of the gold detailed archway.
I listened as a new set of footsteps made themselves apparent. Gl3ancing up I looked at Uni, who's sending a soft smile my way. Returning the smile I folded my arms, my gut-wrenching in an uncomfortable way. "Alright, Rhem are you ready to go?" He spoke with a smile that I'd usually see as endearing, but now, it just seems wrong. Hesitantly I nodded my head, slowly standing up I looked at him with hesitancy. How am I supposed to act around him now? "Is everything alright?" he spoke as he held his arm out, practically forgetting his faux anger from earlier. "Yeah" my words curt as I stared at the ground. "Are you sure? Did something go wrong?" his concern reminds me of a parent, but he wants a wife, not a child. Lacing my arm through his we walked out the door, if I stay silent he might say something to staff. That could mean trouble for Suni. shit. Now what am I supposed to do? "No, the appointment went well and the staff was pleasant." maybe if I sound like an adult he'll treat me like one. "Excellent, oh and before we get in the car, I have a surprise waiting for you at home." if my stomach wasn't already on the ground, boy has it now sunk to the pits of hell where my magic burns.
Stepping into the car, I felt myself instantly become nauseous, if I could I would burn them all down and then put up a giant illusion so they never existed. Why don't i just do that now? Oh well. Seeing as the doors been shut I found my new place against the closed door, closing my eyes I curled up into a ball, ignoring his sighs of pity.
The trip, as usual, felt like a small eternity and when the car finally stopped I hurled myself through the window. Which in return didn't elicit the response I wasn't really caring for. "Rhem you cannot keep jumping through windows, now you need to be punished." I walked over to Uni, his gaze bland as ever. "Ok" I don't know what he expects to come out of a spanking, but alright. "Now let us go, I still want to show you the surprise." nodding my head, I looked forward, a sinking feeling in my stomach told me this surprise wouldn't be one I would particularly care for. Walking up the steps, I smiled at Mori as she held the door open, but instead of receiving her normal soft smile I was met with a face of worry. Raising a brow at her expression, I continued on. Feeling a soft grasp on my hand I looked down, Uni lightly grasping my hand, steering me to one of the sitting rooms. "Now I want you to be nice, this person has traveled very far to come here. Continuing the walking another servant open the door to the lavish room, instantly new voices making themselves apparent to my sensitive ears.
"You must be Rhem, I'm Livore, please come have a seat." I stared at the lilac-haired mage, her long face anything but pleasant. Cautiously I nodded my head, taking a seat on the bizarrely textile loveseat. Hearing a trolly I looked at Mori, her expression neutral as she set down a tea set. "Would anyone care for some tea?" she spoke, her voice dainty as ever. Nodding my head, I stayed silent, I don't trust the mage, especially since she's trying so hard to conceal her magic. Lifting up the teacup, I smelt it, it smells off. "Mori what kind of tea is this?" she smiled, "ah you noticed? It's an imported tea from Seven, I'm glad you noticed!" taking a sip I smiled up at her, "why it's good, you must order more"I retorted in the same happy tone, "O-of course." quickly she scuttled away as the others continued to drink their tea. "So how have been Rhem, Uni hear tells me you can use magic?" smiling at her, I felt myself become light. Hesitantly I looked down at the teacup, why do I have to drink so fast? "What have you done?" the teacup fell as my body became too heavy for me, falling back on the couch I listened. "Looks like that did the trick, move her to the floor." I looked at Livore, a malicious smile being sent my way, "looks like someone really likes their tea, Huh? Hah!"
