Post by Lilith nó Camellia on May 6, 2010 0:31:20 GMT -5
10 Years Before Sabrina's Reign
I sat across from my brother as the carriage rocked back and forth with the movement of horses. He looked tired but I was not concerned. He deserved any ill that came to him. He had betrayed family, the worst kind of betrayal. I could strangle him, right now, but I knew I did not have the strength for it. No matter how sure my convictions I also knew that I could not get away with it. I had learn that, in this past 6 months, no matter how sure you are of your position those in power will do as they please. My father and mother had been banished, and for what? They were trying to make this world, this country, a better place.
That day flooded back into my memories as I glared at my brother. The soldiers forcing their way through our front door. The look on my father's face when he saw them, before running through the house and yelling for my mother. The last figure to walk through our door, behind the soldiers, my brother. He had told me to go with him but I refused. I ran toward the direction my father had ran in, wanting to help him. The soldiers had been quicker and when I ran in the study I saw them putting shackles on his wrists.
He looked at me then, his eyes sad and worried. I ran up to him, threw my arms around his waist. "You can't take him!" I screamed. A soldier started to pull me off but I held on with all of my strength.
I heard my brother speak, "let go Lilith, you must stay here with me."
"No!" I said defiantly.
It was my father who spoke next, "Durand, it was you." There was a touch of anger in his voice, but not as much as I expected. He sounded hurt and sad at the same time.
Durand said nothing and when I looked at him he was simply glaring back at my father. My father was the one betrayed and my brother had the gall to act angry.
"Come Lilith," Durand said in a tone that my father had never used with me. "Come here now."
I started to cry no again but my father interrupted me, "it is ok my angel, I will be fine. You will have to stay her with your brother, but I will be back soon."
I looked up at him, searching his face. It had to be true, he had to come back. This was his house, however. He belonged here, he belonged with me. I only had one father and I needed him!
I listened to my father and backed away so that the soldiers could lead him out. I followed him through the house and then out while they loaded him into a carriage. I watched the carriage drive away and it was the last time I saw my father.
The carriage rolled over a walk and the jolt put brought me back into the present. My brother still had not looked at me, so I gave up my glare and looked out the window. We were in the night court now. A elegant sign told me that we were riding past Eglantine House. I wondered how much farther it was to Camellia. At least me and my brother had agreed on one thing. The best place for me to live would be some place that would demand much on me. He wanted me to have strict caretakers, I wanted to learn as much as I could so that as soon as my marque was complete I could leave and act out revenge. He did not deserve to live in my parent's house, it would be mine. I would run my father's business and make contacts with all of his old friends. We would drink liquor and talk about the world and how it should be.
It was with this promise in my heart that I had courage to walk out of the carriage when it stopped. I made my way down, refusing my brother's assistance, and took a look at what should be my new home. I was without physical flaw. My father had trained me well in being respectful and dignified. I had little doubts that this would indeed be my future home.
I walked across the courtyard and through the front doors, and as I had planned, walked into my new life.
I sat across from my brother as the carriage rocked back and forth with the movement of horses. He looked tired but I was not concerned. He deserved any ill that came to him. He had betrayed family, the worst kind of betrayal. I could strangle him, right now, but I knew I did not have the strength for it. No matter how sure my convictions I also knew that I could not get away with it. I had learn that, in this past 6 months, no matter how sure you are of your position those in power will do as they please. My father and mother had been banished, and for what? They were trying to make this world, this country, a better place.
That day flooded back into my memories as I glared at my brother. The soldiers forcing their way through our front door. The look on my father's face when he saw them, before running through the house and yelling for my mother. The last figure to walk through our door, behind the soldiers, my brother. He had told me to go with him but I refused. I ran toward the direction my father had ran in, wanting to help him. The soldiers had been quicker and when I ran in the study I saw them putting shackles on his wrists.
He looked at me then, his eyes sad and worried. I ran up to him, threw my arms around his waist. "You can't take him!" I screamed. A soldier started to pull me off but I held on with all of my strength.
I heard my brother speak, "let go Lilith, you must stay here with me."
"No!" I said defiantly.
It was my father who spoke next, "Durand, it was you." There was a touch of anger in his voice, but not as much as I expected. He sounded hurt and sad at the same time.
Durand said nothing and when I looked at him he was simply glaring back at my father. My father was the one betrayed and my brother had the gall to act angry.
"Come Lilith," Durand said in a tone that my father had never used with me. "Come here now."
I started to cry no again but my father interrupted me, "it is ok my angel, I will be fine. You will have to stay her with your brother, but I will be back soon."
I looked up at him, searching his face. It had to be true, he had to come back. This was his house, however. He belonged here, he belonged with me. I only had one father and I needed him!
I listened to my father and backed away so that the soldiers could lead him out. I followed him through the house and then out while they loaded him into a carriage. I watched the carriage drive away and it was the last time I saw my father.
The carriage rolled over a walk and the jolt put brought me back into the present. My brother still had not looked at me, so I gave up my glare and looked out the window. We were in the night court now. A elegant sign told me that we were riding past Eglantine House. I wondered how much farther it was to Camellia. At least me and my brother had agreed on one thing. The best place for me to live would be some place that would demand much on me. He wanted me to have strict caretakers, I wanted to learn as much as I could so that as soon as my marque was complete I could leave and act out revenge. He did not deserve to live in my parent's house, it would be mine. I would run my father's business and make contacts with all of his old friends. We would drink liquor and talk about the world and how it should be.
It was with this promise in my heart that I had courage to walk out of the carriage when it stopped. I made my way down, refusing my brother's assistance, and took a look at what should be my new home. I was without physical flaw. My father had trained me well in being respectful and dignified. I had little doubts that this would indeed be my future home.
I walked across the courtyard and through the front doors, and as I had planned, walked into my new life.