I never knew the day as she sat upon the throne hundreds of years ago wearing a dress of pure gold that it would alter my life forever. The second born of my father, the successor of all his life's work was sitting in that marvelous chair, unaware of what was going on around her and oblivious to what the future held. A man unknown to me placed a crown on top the red curls of hers. A tiny hand adjusted the fit. I never knew that the younger sibling that everyone seems to adore would become the source of all my pain, suffering, and torment. I never knew she would become the source of my hate.
"Crixy?" A small girlish squeak broke the silence of my quarters. "What? And I've told you not to call me by that name, " I asked looking at the paperwork that was due before midnight. Irritated that she enter my room without my permission, I kept my eyes off her. And just when I thought that she left due the brief silence, she spoke up, "Crixy, why did Monsieur Rabonne make me dress up and put a crown of my head?"
I scoffed, " You are so ignorant, " a small whimper came from her, " you are the daughter of an emperor, royalty. You are born to be crowned." I turn to face the little red head. Her face was covered by her favorite stuffed animal but I knew she was crying. It was a pitiful sound that made my ears ring. She uncovered her face and a set of glossy large gray eyes stared into mine. " I don't want to be royalty more," she dared to say in my presence.
I grabbed her arm roughly in lifted her to my eye level. "Never disgrace our mother's good name like that again. Your petty fantasies mean nothing in reality." She ran out of the room crying again when I released her arm. A satisfied smile spread across my face.
Looking back on that, I see the series of my wrongdoings and the beginning of my demise.
 High Valyrian · Sun Jan 30, 2011 @ 11:34pm · 3 Comments |
