Chapter 325: Brother... (2/2)
No.
It might bring some sort of closure, that's true, but her heart wouldn't be able to heal by itself. Dealing with daddy wouldn't bring her the light that she hoped for.
She tried hard to forget that dreadful day…
*Year 565, Royal Palace, Capital City Elsaid*
A thin pillar of light seeped through the thin slit of the maroon-colored silk curtains that was supposed to protect the sole resident of the lavish, exquisitely designed, and decorated room. Whilst the dominating motif in the room was clearly gold, the light pink painted wall, the literal army of fluffy teddy bears made it clear that the slumbering resident wasn't a male.
However, her peaceful rest was about to be put to an abrupt end, as suddenly a series of loud knocks reverberated in the room, soon to be followed by the familiar but agitated voice of her attendant.
”Wake up, Princess! You need to get up and get your breakfast. Your father, the king has requested for your presence in an hour!” A short, black-haired woman wearing a black and white frilly maid attire opened the door and hurriedly went for the little, red-haired girl that just showed the first signs of movement.
She placed the set of clothes she brought with her on the cupboard before she reached for the covers and pulled it back, revealing a wild-looking fiery-red-haired small girl. She quickly buried her head behind her pillow, desperately clinging to those extra seconds of rest.
”Princess…” The maid sighed, seeing that she would have to go and wrestle with the young lady to get her to leave the bed. ”My lady, you know that you have to get up. Please don't be so unladylike.”
As always, she tried arguing whilst she went to the window and pulled the curtains to the sides, and letting the blustering daylight into the room, causing even further discomfort to the defiant princess.
”Mme to their rescue only to be brutally slapped and thrown down to the ground by their supposed father. She saw as despite being held back, he tried reaching out, and cried, desperate to save her…
She didn't know how, but she could somehow hear his words rang throughout the room, echoing in her and most likely each of her brother's ears.
”I… WILL… SAVE… YOU ALL… WAIT FOR ME!”
That was the last she saw of her brother for more than a decade. Her childhood ended then and there. She was then continuously beaten, abused, tortured, and trained to be a good, loyal hound, a warrior, a gladiator to fight for them tomorrow.
She would have given up if not for the slight, sliver of light, the hope that her brother's promise would one day come true, and that he would come for her.
And now, that he did, and they were reunited only to be separated once again, she had an increasingly hard time holding herself back. She wanted to see him. She NEEDED him.