História Wild things - Her

The guards came in less than a second and dragged her by the arms. "How could everyone be so submissive to them?" she wondered silently. She fell inside of the room with all of the rage that she could bare.
"How dare they?!" she thought "How dare they treat me like an encaged animal?!"
She screamed for a second or two to try to release her anger. And for the first time, she pushed her golden chair into the floor, in such a weakly manner that she wondered if she was weak or the chair simply did not make a sound.

As always, she wanted to yell or even scream some more. But whenever anger entered her body she felt weak and started to cry. This uncommon reaction started when she was younger and decided to think that no honorable human being should release feelings in such a way. To compensate that she'd instantly cry, cry so that her lips would turn bright red and her eyes puffy as they could get.

Thoughts of running away infected her mind like a disease. "But what about my future?" she thought.  Hypothetically, if she ran, the world would prove to be an inhospitable environment for a drifter, specially for a woman. Besides, all of the money that she gather would never last a lifetime and there would be no other way to gain some more for she couldn't do more than play the piano, sing and write shor stories. Added to the fact that no one would want to buy or even read one of her novel, why would they when life was a novel by itself.

She was, even after all of those cons, willing to run away and she would've, if it didn't mean to have to give up one her future. Her future as ruler of France and ambition toward making it a better and kinder place to it's people. That was the only issue: she was not willing to let that go. After reaching that conclusion she gave up on any thoughts that threatened her fate.

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For a better understanding of this princess's story you must know the reason why she was thrown in such a way by the guards. It was all somewhat caused by her parents for they orquestrated her entire life without her insight on the subject: she was meant to marry Sebastian III, the gallant. We'll get to him in a few minutes.

Her parents controlling manners angered her profoundly, not only that but added to their ignorant, violent and cretinous personality. And as you might futurely know, she considered herself a wild thing, a free spirit, incapable of being controlled by anyone, not even her parents, the king and queen of France.

Subsequently, her anger had fled away and with them, her tears. She got up and rearranged the golden detailed chair very calmly. The big mirror reclined on the wall observed her, or at least she felt as if so. After the quick leap from the pinkish tiled floor her dress was at unease. She detangled it's silk while observing herself do it through the mirror. "I'm beautiful" her arrogance whispered as a common compliment into her easily influenced ear. Don't get me wrong, she was beautiful and she needed that little bit of arrogance in the moment; and she wasn't easily influenced, exclusively when it came to her looks. That was a dangerous area of influence towards the princess.

As her mind drifted in her own lonely thoughts she saw someone appear behind her: her maid, Laura, came to give her a very important life-changing notice. First, I shall tell you about Laura. The maid was the kindest soul the princess ever had the pleasure of knowing. Laura had been there for all of her life, 18 years to be more exact. The maid took care of her whenever her parents were off on a diplomatic journey which, apparently, happened all of the time when she was a toddler. Laura shared with her the greatest lessons anyone could learn: kindness, moral, principles, an open mind, smiling even when sad, music, honesty and a few more. What better things could that soul teach?

For that and the care that she received, the princess loved Laura more than her own parents. Now, back to the second part of the moment: the life changing news and the main cause of her fight with her parents and exile to her room.

“Laura” the princess smiled kindly and thanked god that Laura didn’t arrive not a second earlier, otherwise she would have seen such a shameful and despicable scene.

“My dear princess” Laura spoke calmly “He has arrived” she said, with a glimpse of pity in her voice and that annoyed the princess profoundly for the reason that she hated to feel pitied by, although her mind settled in saying that it was only worry, which wasn’t as bad as pity, but less irritating.

Those words killed her more than her early hatred fort the people whom orchestrated this madness.

“He is...” when the princess noticed how desperate she sounded she finished her sentence with a very convincing smile, what gave away her sadness was her frown, something that took a few seconds to fade “... here?”

“Yes, milady...” Laura tried to smile in return, but had no care in hiding how badly it hurt her that her only “daughter” wouldn’t have the chance of finding true love.

The tension mildly settled in the room. The princess finally stopped thinking and said:

“Well then! I have to get ready, Laura!”

“K...” she said, reluctantly.

“Quit that tone right away” she demanded before leaving a soft, comforting smile in order for Laura to know that she was fine, or at least would be. Laura hurried by snatching the golden dress from the wardrobe as the other one, quickly, tried to dispose of the dress, that she was recently wearing, in the bed.

“You should have been ready by now” the maid complained. The young girl rolled her eyes and smiled almost mockingly.

“Honestly, I couldn’t care less about how I look when I meet this wretched prince” she spoke, a tad angrier than before, in virtue of the fact that she hated anything in relations to that wedding and was decided to hate the next three months that would lead to the wedding, though, secretly, she thought that it was romantic the idea that she might fall in love with the man of the bad reputation. She was also decided to give the man a chance, for one of Laura’s lesson was that everyone, deep down, is a good person and she would honor the maid’s teachings.

“He is going to be your husband, I’d think I taught you better grace than this” she said as she assisted the new soon-to-be bride to get out of her complicated dress.

They both knew that the grace was well taught, it was merely a choice from the princess’s side, a sort of rebelious act against the fact that she had to marry a man that she never knew: Sebastian III, the gallant.

As she looked at the golden dress laying in the bed she promptly refused to wear it.

“What? Another rebelious act?” Laura complained, impatient, as she thought that royals would blame her and the girl for such waiting that they were submitted to.

“No, I simply am not going to wear that dress” she spoke

“And why would that be?”

“To send a message” she said while snatching another simpler dress from the wood wardrobe. The chosen dress was a white one with slightly rounded sleeves that ended by the shoulder and a cute bow in the back which emphasized her slim waist. Her arms seemed skinnier slipping through the sleeves, but she didn’t mind, she was always okay with her body, with not having big breasts or thick thighs.

“What message?” Laure answered, enraged.

“He’s marrying a wild thing” she smiled while motioning for Laura’s help in putting together the bow in the back of the dress, although she quickly noticed the maid’s aversity. The princess, then, pulled a stunt and was amazed at her newly discovered ability to make bows. After that, she continued:

“He’d better know what he’s up for” Laura couldn’t help but to smile at the young girl’s stupidity which for her was courage and after a few more arrangements, she was ready. She went down to the entrance of the castle running knowing that he had already presented himself and now it was her family’s turn. All of her’s and Laura’s running around the stoned path in the hallways gave a sophisticated gray to the bar of the dress. When she arrived she looked as she planned: a wild thing.

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The nobility was lined up in both sides. And, little by little, the princess recognized them all. Her uncle Richard, brother of her father, her aunt Clara, sister of her mother, her cousin Clarence, son of Richard and many others. Her father, King Henry IV, and her mother, Queen Catherine D’Medici, stood in front of her presenting themselves to the King and Queen of Scots. Behind them was Astrid. Finally, behind his parents, she saw him: Sebastian III. He looked absolutely different from anything she could’ve imagined, she was... surprised, though not much was capable of surprising her. In her image of the prince she saw an uptight, perfect, cretinous prince, but he looked just as she: a wild thing, a ferocious creature.

For a better understanding of his appearance I shall name every little bit of him, as Katherine would’ve liked it. His hair was a light shade of brown and was thrown to the side, like a huntsman who barely had enough time to take care of himself. His eyes were green, light ones, complementing his hair. Those were, by definitive information, the most beautiful ones that she had ever seen, though would never admit to such affirmation. His clothes were the best part: a leathery opened vest over a very simple silk loose shirt. He seemed to have the same plan as hers: to present himself as who he truly was. The irony in the moment was that she felt annoyed by the fact that he didn ‘t dress up better for her.

And as she observed every little bit of him, it was her turn to present herself so she walked and was, now, in front of her parents and Astrid. He walked towards her and bowed with a serious face, perhaps even an with angry look. “Rude”, she whispered to herself. Soon enough he threw a charming smile that made her forget his rudeness, but not entirely. She bowed in return and smiled very convincingly by reason of the fact the she was genuinely happy with his presence, for some reason. He took her hand, suddenly. It was not expected for him to merely grasp her hand like that, though he did. Sebastian smiled once more, the same charming smile, though it seemed to be made from mockery feelings. He brought his lips closer to her hand while his other hand was on his back. He looked like a complete arrogant idiot, but she was, incredibly, astound. The sarcastic prince kissed her hand and she could feel it, clearly: his warmth, and so far she was the only one that felt something, but in the very instant that he grabbed her hand he felt also: her warmth.