Disclaimer: The same old, I don't own any SC3 stuff. I would like to, though…
Chapter 2: My Past (Part 2)
"Lilith! How did you get that scratch on your leg? Were you outside the grounds?" My father crossed his hands and shook his head, looking at my injury.
"The Young Mistress was in the grounds, playing on one of the wooden fences. She slipped, fell, and cut her leg on the wood sticking out. When she yelled, I came to see what the problem was, and saw her on the ground. I just scooped her up and brought her here." Radford quickly intervened, saving me for a long time of thinking.
"She was there by herself? Anything could have happened if Radford didn't hear you, Lilith! I've told you to be careful ever since you learned to walk! Be more ladylike, like your sister." Father lectured me, again for the 10,000th time, on being careful around the castle.
"Yes, Father. I'll be careful for now on." I listened and nodded my head in response. Radford took me upstairs with my mother. She learned how to cure wounds when she was younger.
"Lilith, did you get this scratch from walking on the fences again?" my mother shook her head and smiled. I nodded and sat down.
"You know, I really know what happened?" she looked into my eyes. I felt a slight state of panic, "What do you mean, Mother?"
"You met Raphael, didn't you? He's not a bad boy, really. He looks decent enough." she chuckled, "I won't tell your father, so you don't need to worry." She picked the two slivers of wood out, washed the cut, applied ointment to the bandage, and wrapped it up. "There, all better!"
At 12 years old…
A funeral. My mother was ill a year before, and died a year after…
"We all knew Venus Valentine as the wife of Count Valentine, a humble lord to our great king. She originally came from Greece and led the life of a humble nun. Exiled for falling in love, and later carrying their child, she came to Romania to give birth to Lilith Valentine. They later married, and adopted another daughter, Isabella Valentine. She became a citizen of our country and a loved and respected Lady of the Council. We will always remember this great lady." the priest finished with his speech. Several men lowered my mother's gold rimmed casket into the ground and covered the box with six feet of cold dirt.
"Lilith, there is someone I would like you to meet." my father turned to a young boy with a man. The man I paid no interest. The boy had brown hair and almost silver eyes that looked like the moon, "This is Charles Worthy III, son of Charles Worthy II. His father and I arranged for you two to be married in 4 more years. The age of 16 is just the right age for a young lady to be married." the news hit me hard. He actually gave me to a boy I never saw before in my life. We had only four more years to even get acquainted with him.
"Father! You married me off to a guy I never met before! How could you?" although I was considered still a child until 13, I understood most things some adults didn't even comprehend.
"Lilith, there is no boys left in this village! I had to meet with the lord of allied kingdom just to get you a suitor. He is of noble blood, just like you." he put a hand on my shoulder, but I shook it off.
"Father, what about the Sorel Family? Lord Sorel was once a noble, just like you are now!" he had the look of a demon when I said that.
"Those peasants! An exiled lord, a family with evil running in their veins! They are the reason I approved everyone that even wanted to talk to you! I would never allow you to even talk to that bastard son of his!" my father blew up. I never seen him so angry that his red eyes glowed brightly and his wings started to flap involuntarily. He seemed to calm down after a moment, and walked off…
At 15 years old…
I tried to be friends with Sir Charles Worthy III, but he came from Grandall, the 'stuck up' kingdom. He believed that he was better than everyone else and occasionally got on my nerves, especially when he talked about Raphael. I began to see him, with Radford as my protector, during the years after my mother died. She always said she wanted to see me happy when she finally died. Nobody else besides Radford and I knew of my secret friend…
"Psst! Psst! Lilith!" something tapped on my window at 3:00 in the afternoon. The sundial outside was viewable from my room.
"Raphael, what are you doing here? You know my father will be extremely upset if he found you!" I opened my door and looked into his face. He grew up over the years like me. His hair was still blonde, but spiked everywhere over his face. His eyes were the most beautiful shade of moonlight blue. (I like that color!) He was really charming.
"Well, my gang and I were about the village when I was a little lonely. So, here I am, pestering you again, my lady." after my mother's death, the Sorel Family lost all power and were kicked out. They live in the outskirts of the village, with some of the exiled and elderly. Raphael went to the life of crime, formed a gang that pestered the village everyday; while I grew up to be a young lady. My hair didn't flow from my shoulders, it was mid-length. Jet black in color, my eyes were blood-red, like my father's. My skin was just a little less tan than Raphael, but soft and velvety. I didn't have the body of a village beauty, but I had small, but noticeable curves.
"You know you can't be here seeing me! I'm going to be married in a year!"
"Oh, yes, your marriage. So, your father gave you to the Drag Queen, huh?" he had a sneer on his face, "I don't think a man like him can handle a beauty like you." his voice and words made me slightly blush and smile. It was one of the few powers he had over me for the past years.
"Now, Lilith, you know I don't listen to your or your sister's threats." he chuckled and held out his hand.
"Isn't that sweet? The two lovers are going to the gardens." Ivy came up from behind me. She had violet hair and the body of a supermodel. She was the kingdom beauty after all (wonder why…), an honor that surpassed any village beauty.
"I won't be gone for long, Ivy. You hang out with Hera knows whoever, so I should have some fun, too." we both turned to rebels after our mother's death. Our father got extremely strict and even threatened to hit us when he got extremely upset.
Raphael and I walked out to the Secret Garden outside the village, near the Sorel home. Surprisingly, the Sorel Family didn't share my father's hate. There was no way they would tell my father anything, either.
"So, how do you spend your time now?" I plopped down on the green grass, admiring nature.
He sat beside me, "Stealing from local merchants to feed the family, causing trouble, living the good life."
"The 'Good Life?' Being chased after is living good?" I stared at him. This would probably start another one of our arguments, but would forgive each other. We were our only friends.
"It's better than being locked up in a mansion, never being able to go somewhere without someone watching over you." he had a defensive tone in his voice.
"So, knowing that one day you'll be locked up in the dungeon is better than being around the house 24/7?"
"Better by a long shot. I experience life, instead of you…" his voice trailed off
"Oh, so I don't?"
"Hell no! Being around scholars, tutors, and other strange people is not really experiencing life."
"At least I can read!"
"Hey! I am at least literate! Just because I don't know all your landforms and stars in the universe doesn't make me uneducated! I'm just not a little nerd…"
"Nerd! Why you…" I quickly pinned him to the ground. He smiled and quickly flipped me over. I forgot how quick he really was.
"So weak…pathetic. You're really pathetic." he smiled evilly and looked down at me. He enjoyed getting me angry, like he was doing now. I had a stern look on my face and turned my head away. He took his hand and turned my head, even against my own will, to face him. He smiled at me and got closer. My breath caught in my throat; he was going to kiss me…wasn't he?
"Are you going to…?" I was cut off by his lips. He really did kiss me! He kissed me, knowing I was to be married in a year! His lips were surprisingly soft and warm against mine. He briefly removed his lips to breathe and kissed me again. I closed my eyes and returned the kiss. He laughed and continued kissing me, rubbing his hands around me. I usually would have pushed and beat any person who even dared to try a trick like this; but the anger I expected didn't come. I felt an odd flow of pleasure come from this little boy kissing me. When he finally let me go, my face was stained crimson from blushing so much, but I did enjoy it.
My father found out later after I was married to Charles that I already had my first kiss. He would have taken extreme action, but his illness finally got to him after several years and took his life. I lived with Charles in Grandall, and he exiled Ivy from the kingdom. He wanted to teach me how a real lady should act, being submissive to her partner in every way. He banished me from my home, and I never saw Raphael again…until now…
Another long chapter! Present day stuff in the next chapter! Enjoy!