On the day of my birthday, everyone is rushing around, desperate to make absolutely everything perfect. My hair is made into golden waves and my eyes have a certain golden shimmer to it. My face is coated in makeup, and when I stare at myself, for the first time in my life, I truly feel beautiful.
Is that sad?
I wear a beautiful dress, ball gown style. The red and black cascade over my legs, and its pure, blood red over my chest. My arms are free and my bracelet is hanging down my wrist. A smile creeps to my face when I roam the empty ballroom. I imagine all the people who going to be there, and a smile makes its way to my face. I twirl around the room, acting as if I'm dancing with the wind.
*E*
A few days after my party, I find Mare, walking around with Lucas. The feeling of happiness overjoys me, and I can't help but walk up to her with a huge grin over my face. I imagine the music beating and me dancing. My heart jumps with joy as I keep up with Mare.
"Hello," I say as Mare turns to stare at me.
"Hi." She mumbled, but doens't slow down to talk with me. How rude.
"Is anything wrong?" I continue as Mare pastes a fake smile on her face.
"Oh no, everything is fine. Perfectly fine. I mean, there might be a war going on, and Red blood is spilling on the ground by the second, but that's alright because we're Silver and we're perfectly safe."
What she says is like a punch to the gut, completely wavering off my happy mood. Bitterness takes me over as I place a hand over Mare.
"Not all of us are all powerful, Mare. Not all of us can stop a war." I grit my teeth as she laughs. She really, honestly laughs.
"Says the princess. The King and Queen's favourite. If anyone can stop a war, its you." Her tone is coated with a deep, raw hatred. My face twitches as she mentions favourites.
"I tried." I whispered, my voice soft, weak. "I asked them to stop it, Mare. I would ask them every single day, for years." My voice broke as Lucas shifted awkwardly in his position. "But favourites, has nothing to do with war. They refused, and they told me, they told me right to my face." I take in a deep breath.
"That what they were doing was good." I shut my eyes harshly, I try to drown the blaring thoughts that crawl out to my brain. "They said that, right to my face. No, they lied right into my face." Then, I took a step away from Mare.
"As you said before, Mare, I'm only a princess." Then, I turn around and walk away. But I manage to mutter what
"A princess, that will never be a queen."
*E*
I toss another flaming ball of fire at the target. It bursts in flames as I toss another, and another, and another. My forehead leaks with sweat as rage takes me over. I create a wall, tall and wide, and push it over the course, burning everything down to the ground, my hatred leaking out of me. It fuelled everything, my fire to my will to continue. It was then, when a hand tapped my shoulder.
I jumped and turned around, my hands full of a bright, dangerous flame as I see my Father, who doesn't look the tiniest bit intimidated by it.
"Ah, my warrior princess." I sigh and wipe off the sweat on my forehead before smiling up at him.
"Not that much of a warrior." I comment as a red servant comes with a cold cloth in his hand. I take it and return it to him before smiling at my father. "What're you doing here? Don't you have some important, kingly duties?" I ask as he laughs before his smile twitches. He thinks I don't notice, but I do. I take great notice in everything he does.
"Would you like to take a walk with me?" He asks as I smile.
"Sure, why not?" I ask.
A walk, of course, means strolling around the castle a few times until we get bored of its magnificence. Me and my Father both agreed, long ago, that the sun was too overrated. We preferred to stay indoors, which is funny because, well, we litterally control flames.
"How do you think of Mare?" Father asks me as I shrug.
"Considering the fact that she didn't electorate me yet, I think she's okay." I reply as my Father laughs again. I realized something since that day I discovered my second power, it was that I loved to hear my Father laugh. But everytime I tried, it would fade just as fast as it would appear. When his chuckling was gone, a frown was placed upon his face as I turned to him.
"What's wrong?" I ask, my voice full of daughterly concern. He turns to look at me, and for the first time, I truly see the sadness in his eyes.
"Let's go this way." He said and led me to the throne room before sitting on his chair as I sit on the Queen's.
"Father?" I ask and place a hand over his own. We both have very, very warm hands, due to our abilities. He sighes and holds my hand, putting it close to his chest.
"You remind me so much of her, Eliza." My Father whispered as I stare at him in confusion.
"Who?" I press, as he makes eye contact with me.
"Coriane." He whispered and I try my best not to flinch. The dead queen. Cal's mother.
"Oh." I whispered. I heard a few people talk about her, but rarely. Apparently, my Father loved her, but she commited suicide. That was the one part of the story that I never understood. People talked of her as loving and kind and strong. But if she was, then why did she abandon her family? Cal was only a few months old, and they said she loved him dearly, obviously, she wouldn't leave him.
Then, why did she?
"I think she would've liked you dearly, Eliza." He mumbled and kisses my hand. "You carry her spirit, her personality. Even though you aren't related, you still have that. I don't understand why, but you do, and for that, I will forever be grateful."
*E*
I walk back to my room after a long shower and changing into my pajamas, when suddenly, a whisper bleeds into my mind.
It makes me gulp...
Mare. It must be. I walk towards the voice and reach Cal's door. I hear voices inside, my light purple dress over me. My golden hair is wet, but it should be dry soon. My useless bracelet clinks together, reminding me of my power when I push open the door, making it creek open. We really need to oil it. Inside, was Cal, who was half naked, Maven and Mare. I cross my arms as they all stare at me.
"Is there some sort of party I was unaware of?" I ask, curious as Cal's cheeks turn red.
"Oh, no." Cal replies as I stroll in.
"What are you doing?" I ask Mare as she turns to Maven. I smirk as I intrude her mind. THe perks of being a Whisperer.
Don't you dare tell her-
"What are you hiding?" I ask as Mare stares at me, and narrows her eyes. "It must be something, I mean, why else the little gang up."
"We're about to play a board game." Cal blurts, and it doesn't take a whisperer to know he's lying. Cal may be a future king, but he sucks at fibbing.
"Please, Cal." I sigh. "I'm your sister. I know when you're not being completely honest with me." I say and turn to Maven. "And you too, Maven." Maven chews the inside of his cheek as Mare has this one look over her face. Don't tell her...
"Fine, whatever. Guess I'm not part of this secret pact." I say, and fake being heartbroken as Cal breaks. He hates to see me sad.
"Mare wants to see her family." Cal states as Mare slaps his arm. I smile at my achievement as MAre shuts her eyes.
"Please don't tell Eliza-" She starts when I laugh.
"Oh, please, Mare. I'm not heartless as you would desperately like to think." I say as I point to the board game. "The only thing I don't get is why in the world did nobody ever invite me to play this board game with them." I whine as Maven scratches the back of his neck.
"Ummm..." He mumbled, fumbling for words. "We thought you needed your beauty sleep." I snort a laugh.
"Please, I usually sneak out within five minutes." I say and shut my mouth wisely before shifting my eyes to my brothers. "Don't tell Mother." I whisper as they laugh.
*E*
Okay, here's a little bit of clarifitcation: Eliza is Maven and Cal's younger sister. Cal is older than Maven by two years (That's what Google said anyway), and Maven is older than Eliza by one year. After doing further reaseach, apparently, Cal is suppose to be 19... And in this fanfiction, I made him 20... Opps.
Well, too late to change it now!
Okay: Mare, 18. Cal. 20. Maven, 18. Eliza, 17. Those are the ages, just so that the world won't be confused with my (very, very horrible) Red Queen Logic. :)
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Emily
