It was early winter. She was sick and weak like ever. She took up a blanket and tried to keep herself as warm as possible. After all she was just a fifteen year old.
Out of nowhere, her step mother came in her room; a servant followed in as well. Her step mother seemed way too happy for a day as gloomy as this. Her smile was out in the display as she shouted to her servant, "Get her out."
Her yell was so loud that the fifteen year old Luna shivered for a while.
The servant went by that order. She unraveled the fifteen year old Luna from her blanket and took her down the stairs. Luna's lean body could barely support her lean structure; nevertheless, she had to wear a heavy traditional wear; it was at least ten pounds.
Once they were downstairs, servant hid Luna's face with a red veil. Red in her culture symbolizes good fortune and joy. However, Luna didn't see any sign of good fortune or joy about today, but her stepmother did.
It was finally the day she long awaited to not witness. It was finally the day long hoped she would never have to see. But here she is to witness the truth and harshness from her very own loved ones.
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The price of marriage
Historical FictionShe had two choices in life. One was to follow her father's order to marry, or the other, to remain isolated all her life. The truth is her father sold her freedom. However, the ultimate price of marriage was yet to pay. Who knew that the bill of m...
