Kira and Jared [Historical Romance]

✍Tragedy

Third Person's Point of View

Kira sat on her bed in her parents' old house in Konland. After the verdict was passed on their daughter, her parents were ordered to leave the mansion, this did not sit well with Katrina. It was she who was in a hurry to move there in the first place despite Gerald's warnings.

Being back in the ancestral home, Kira could not help but feel free. No tears, just unexplainable satisfaction from having left the royal castle.
'No more Edrin',  she thought to herself releasing a sigh of relief. Though she feared for her child's life, she still appreciated the fact that he or she was not born yet. Filled with hope for a bright future, she got up from where she had been sitting on the bed.
A beautiful, pink dress that stopped just above her knee and a yellow shoe with a small heel. She had not always been one to match colours right and she never cared to learn.

She stood at her window from where she got a clear view of the garden. Remembering the day she walked with Prince Edrin through the garden, it felt like that moment was replaying itself as she stared at the spot where he held her arm and threatened her to not refuse his father's request...

Knock! knock!

The sound brought her back into the present.

"Come in"
she yelled, knowing her parents wouldn't hear her if she spoke softly.

"How are you, child?"
Her father opened the door, dressed in a white shirt with black trousers. His grey hair seeming a little unkempt, she perceived that he was drunk. He slightly staggered toward the chair at the corner of her room, dragged it closer to her bed and sat on it.

"Have you been drinking again father?"
A rather rhetorical question.

"I'm sorry I could not do anything for you". He sniffed and tears followed. He buried his face in his palms, speaking incoherent words into them. Kira had never seen her father cry, he was always a man of few words and never showed any sign of weakness. She felt guilty for putting him in such a situation. She ran to him and held his hands, explaining to him that it is not his fault.

"No! It is my fault! I kept quiet! I did not defend you when that despicable man forced you into marrying him! I said nothing two days ago when they all pointed their rotten fingers at your character, I did not defend my daughter!"
His cries got louder, and Kira was starting to feel sad, but she did not show this to her father, so she put on a happy face to make him feel better.

"Father it was not your fault, he threatened me, there was nothing you could do. That was his revenge on me"

"You don't understand! That was not..."

"Gerald!"
Came her mother's voice suddenly, as though she did not want him to speak the words. Her casual brown dress reminds Kira of the good old days.
"I have told you to stop drinking, come let me take you to your room".

"No, leave me!! It's all your fault, you greedy woman!" He fell from the chair onto the floor. Kira was worried, he had never drunk this much.

"Tell her the truth and free your conscience!"...
He yelled from the floor he refused to get up from.

Katrina's face changed to shock but she quickly recovered.
"Enough of your drama, let us go"
Katrina went to hold his hand but he pushed her away.

"What truth mother and father?" Kira was already running out of patience with their childish behaviours.

"The Prince did not mean those threats! It was her idea!"
He pointed at her accusingly.

"What?"
Kira got more confused.

"Stop it, Gerald!" Katrina ordered.

"Tell me the truth mother!"
Kira asked her mother, hoping that what she heard from her drunk father was a lie.