The jack with all trades

3

Hiraeth- the feeling of being homesick to a home that never was

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The doors open, the music proceeds tho the crowd is silent.

I can feel the chill writhing up my spine.

Hes here, hes looking at me. I can feel it

I dont like it

My diamond covered heels loud as it hits the marble stairs, my long red dress dragging behind me. It feels like a cape. Overdressing on purpose, i shine like a queen. Tho i wouldn't put it past me how i am much more cruel to be a dragon than a trophy for a king. And that king will never get my head

There is no lady in this heres ballroom that will ever think of me covered in my enemies blood, i look far too innocent for that. Emphasis on look. I take care of mt image very well

The violins make it feel as if im floating, an elegant Cinderella with a crooked mask. Carrying poisoned apples and offering it to anyone thats willing to take it

My head up high, i see all the nobel men beside -whom i presume are- their sons. Tonight, i am now 19, fit for marriage. As disgusted as i may, i dont show it or id rather be stabbing myself with a fork in front of the high priestess

I reach the end of the stairs.

Flocks of nobel women and men come running to me, greeting me happy birthday.

I put on a smile and chat with them. A - tedious and ridiculously tiring- mandatory thing for birthdays and social gatherings

Many nobel men and women alike started to introduce me to their sons. Dammit i dont want to get married, screw this

My cheeks start to hurt, my lungs dry from all the talking and fake laughing. I excuse myself from my guests which i dont remember the names of.

Their words come right past me whenever they talk about potential relationships

My feet hurt, no one told me the diamonds would be grazing my feet every step i take. Who the hell thought this was a good designer piece.

Wearing this thing feels like stepping on broken glass

Id rather wear combat boots

I grab a cup of wine, sit on my seat which is like a yearly throne. I imagine holding a sword, the people responsible for my misery kneeling in front of me begging for forgiveness as i upslice their sons and daughters throats right in front of them

I smirk by the thought of it

I scan the room and..

Avier

Shes beautiful, like a broken goddess. Her angel like face could lure you into her abyss. She could be mistaken as a siren if you were to encounter her in the ocean

Our eyes meet, a short tingle tickles my bones. It feels like electricity going through every course of my body

Its been years since ive been watching you, my princess. Guiding you through your awakening in the shadows. This time ill guide you personally.

Just a few more moons

Saige

I look away, my hands suddenly feel sweaty underneath my gloves.

Hes really here

Why is he here

He looks like he came here on purpose, he knows he'll see me.

He still knows me

I cant lose focus, my suspects could be right in front of me. Snap out of it saige, he's got nothing to do with you...

...Right?

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ITS VERY SHORT BUT IM BACK HIIIII