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 Posted: Mon Aug 17, 2009 11:43 pm
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Her footsteps echoed around her in the stone hallways. She glanced in a mirror hanging on the wall. A quiet sigh escaped her lips. With a shake of her head, the girl continued on her way down the hall, her bare feet slapping against the cobblestone floor of the palace.
She hated what she had seen in the mirror. One bright, green eye looked back at her while the other pale blue one was unseeing of this world. Dark ebony waves of hair fell to her hips. The black color brought out just how pale the girl really was. She stood at only 5�3� and had a petite, curvy build.
Three gold anklets jangled on her right ankle as she moved. They had engravings on them, showing her as a slave of the palace. A short, tattered black skirt hung low on her hips. The only thing keeping it from falling was a delicate gold chain around her hips. On her torso was a black corset with a red vine design crawling up it. The corset was pulled tight over her small, starving body.
Princess Adyenna had died to the people of the kingdom, to her family, and to herself. Adyenna had become a shadow of her former self, lost in her new life. Dyenn didn�t even respond to her old name anymore. Her family knew she was still alive, but they no longer accepted her as part of their family. To the rest of the kingdom, Princess Adyenna had been born with a fatal disease and had died at the young age of nine.
Dyenn was sixteen now, and she still hated the �gift� she had been given at birth. She was a seer, and that was where all her problems had begun. As people knew, seers could see the future. Many men sought after seers so they could know their future and �guide� it in the right direction. Her father, the king, had even thought himself lucky to have a seer as a daughter at one point. However, Dyenn wasn�t a normal seer. She could only see the bad and the evil in the future.
Her father used to beat her whenever she told him of bad things to come. Scars still littered her body from the merciless beatings and lashings. Even though the beatings had stopped for the most part, Dyenn still had to see the horrors of the future. She had to live seeing visions of blood, death, and war.
Dyenn quietly sighed as she pushed open the door to the kitchen. Without a word, she dumped her armful of now-clean dishes into the tub beside the fire pit and the woman standing over the pot above the fire, stirring it slowly.
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Posted: Mon Aug 17, 2009 11:45 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 17, 2009 11:47 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 17, 2009 11:59 pm
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Dyenn let out a quiet sigh of relief as she turned to leave the kitchen. She was glad to be done with her chores until after the royalty finished their breakfast. However, the feeling of relief was torn from her as a voice spoke up. The soft voice of the woman standing over the cauldron caused hate to well up in Dyenn. "Y'need t'go serve 'em. Evr'one else 's workin'."
She knew immediately who "them" was. Her family. Dyenn hated them with every fiber of her, but they would always be her family. She tried to avoid them as much as possible, taking any job that didn't involve being in the same room. However, it seemed she couldn't avoid them as much as she would have liked.
Dyenn didn't say a word as she turned back around. She picked up the platter of food that the woman had pushed toward her. She cast a glare at no one in particular before stalking out of the kitchen and up the stairwell that led to the rest of the castle.
She came to a halt outside of the dining hall. She stared at the large, wooden door engraved with pictures of feasts. Gluttony. How suiting. Dyenn thought spitefully to herself. She had to turn her head slightly so that she could see the door with her good, green eye. Dropping her eyes to the ground as she had long since been taught to do, she rose her hand and pushed open the door; stepping inside.
Dyenn moved quickly to the large table and set down the platter before the king. Her movements were graceful and she seemed to glide as all the noble women did and very few slaves ever would. She then took a step back and awaited any further orders. She could feel their eyes watching her, likely with disgust. Finally, the king spoke up, but his words surprised Dyenn. "I need to talk to you." He barked.
Dyenn resisted the urge to look up at him and simply nodded curtly. She heard the scrape of the large chair against the stone floor as the king rose to his feet. He brushed by her and stepped out into the hall, waiting for her to join him. Resisting the urge to groan, Dyenn turned and strode out after him.
As soon as the door shut behind them, the king spun on his heel to face her. A look of contempt rested on his face as he looked down at his daughter. "We are having a visitor at some point today, and I swear if you mess this up I will give you a lashing you will never forget." He informed her, obviously struggling to keep his voice down.
Dyenn felt a fire burning inside her rise up at his threat. She took a deep breath and responded in a fairly civil tone. "You've given me many lashings I have never forgotten. I don't see how this one would be any different." She didn't even see his hand flying through the air toward her face.
The king had lashed out on her blind side, the back of his hand making contact with the left side of her face. Dyenn winced slightly as she felt the large-stoned ring on his hand dig into her skin. She immediately felt blood drip down her cheek from the gash that now resided right next to her blind eyes.
Dyenn resisted the urge to reach up and touch the pink skin or the bleeding cut where he had hit her. She simply kept her gaze down to the floor and fell silent. "Don't mock me." The king warned her, his voice shaking with rage. "Don't screw anything up or you will wish you had never been born." With that, he turned and reentered the dining hall.
All too often. She thought bitterly before walking in after him.
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