I am woken early.
Prepped and made pretty. By my maids.
Who say no words. Only move to their job.
A constant song.
A girl in the mirror faces me.
Her face pink and happy. Yet her eyes hide the tears and fear that's striking her heart.
I want to be the girl who's always happy.
Yet I cannot.
Father is not here. No one to walk me to the count.
I am given flowers to hold.
I feel emotionless. A cold statue. A girl hiding underneath a skin.
I want to tear it off and break free. But I can't.
I reach him. The Count.
The priest. Talks. I drone out his words. Only speaking when I need to.
"I do"
These simple words seal our fate.
He echoes the "I do"
He takes my hands. His are so huge. Mine to fit inside his.
Cold against hot.
He lays a single quick kiss on my cheek.
And then it's over.
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Winter Song •「冬の歌」• CPN
Historical FictionCarefree isn't a word that describes Fuyu's Life. Bearing the burden of causing her mother's death during childbirth is heavy. When life can't seem to get worse she is suddenly whisked away into an arranged marriage with a mysterious half Japanese...
