História Wild things - Fate and minx sisters

FATE AND MINX SISTERS

She ought to have thought that she had fainted. All of that rush of feelings, all at once. She had never felt anything like that before, truly. Her decisions on how to react towards the boy’s personality, or at least the one she thought he had, changed entirely.

For the first time she felt slightly embarrassed of her looks: a wolf, a wild animal. She had planned it, thoroughly. But it all went sideways. She did not expect that he would be just like her and all of the sudden she felt a need to make him like her. Hastily, she brushed those thoughts, considered by her: ‘insane’ , out of her head. “Changing myself” she mocked in her own thoughts “For someone else but me? Such nonsense!”

Since she desired to end the discussion of the subject that included him quickly, she spoke of her thoughts toward one last topic: the kiss. That foolish unexpected kiss. That kiss didn’t happen on her lips nor her neck, it was on the most tactless spot in her body: the back of her hand. But when he touched her, it seemed as all tact of her skin was brought to that spot like a sort of magnetic pole. It felt like magic. She drifted a little bit more referring to that topic and then decided to stop. “He was a prince” she defined, that type of obvious observation helped her take control of her thoughts and the situation. “I’m a princess. We are bound to be together for all of eternity.” she determined “That’s the only reason you feel the way that you do, Katherine” she, unsurprisingly, lied to herself, because everyone capable of love could tell, from hearing her thoughts, that the feelings, in that case, would not be limited to those.

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After the introductions occurred she stepped back inside the castle alongside of her family. At least her blood family. The rest of the afternoon went on with no problems whatsoever. Although it depends on your concept of problem, because to Katherine Prince Sebastian was problem. A troublesome boy, that image hadn’t fled from her mind, merely, her perception towards it had.

After all of the cordial presentations had occurred, her parents showed to the new “housemates”, their accommodations. As Katherine imagined, it was boresome, clearly, so slowly she disappeared from the group only to realize that a shaddow had come as well to accompany her. She felt a small percentage of fear. The castle, at the time, was empty for most of it’s hours and the small group of people in that castle were she, her parents, her despicable sister, the staff and the guards. The guards were in their posts, as well as the staff: getting ready to welcome everyone and preparing the latest arrangements for the evening ball. So, at last, who was behind her? She wondered. As her mind fled to thousand of different places, she shadow spoke.

“Hey, princess of France” he shouted in a mockery and more calm tone than expected for the purpose of not calling attention “Wait up!” with that, she turned around and saw the person she least expected to see: Sebastian III.

Needless to say that she was speechless. His smile was wide and bright, quite happy. His hair was still blown to one side. His eyes took away all of her attention. “WILD THING?” she complained mentally to herself “WHAT KIND OF IDEA IS THAT?” she soon relaxed once more.

He walked towards her still smiling. “Princess Katherine” he spoke in await for a response as he tried to reach her in her thoughts. She shook her head quickly to drift her thoughts back to land and away from his eyes. She looked at his and smiled widely hoping that her teeth were clean.

“Please” she said “Call me Katherine, whenever someone calls me princess I feel like an alien.” He smiled in return, laughed a tad and nodded as a positive answer. She motioned her hand so he would walk next to her. They started to wander near each other, her hands moved fast in her sides, she was lightly nervous.

“So” he started “Are you going to the ball?” he asked. Of course she was, the ball was in her homage, hers and his.

“Yeah” she smiled. That smile was caused, funnily, by his slight interest. Her mind started to overthink, as it usually did. So she demanded quietude from her thoughts and they obeyed.

Amusingly, she didn’t notice early that he was just as nervous as she was.

“Of course you are, it’s in our honor” with that she felt the need to silence herself. Even though she seemingly liked him, she had not made peace with the fact that she would have marry a man that she had never met before. After that, they spoke of trivialities for there was not much to discuss between two people whom barely know each other, though none of those were remarklable enough to write down.

“I hope to see you at the ball” he spoke as she leaned a soft and tired smile “Save me a dance, won’t you?” he pleaded and his face only seemed to stop urging for her response when she said yes. He left and they both parted their ways, until the ball. Then, there would be some very remarkable conversations.

After a little bit more of wandering around the big stoned castles halls and stairs she decided, by the looks of the natural lightning in the rooms, that it was time to get ready. Even though it was early, very early, she imagined that, as usual, she would be late. In order not to be late she got dressed one hour earlier than everyone. She stared at the rustic-looking clock in the small table in the hallway, it was 16h27. That was the perfect time to get ready, the ball would start at 18h.

“27 minutes late, but I shan’t be long” she wondered. Katherine walked through the halls and into her room. In there, she encountered with Laura, arranging a stunning white dress with golden details. She felt so lucky for being a royal. The clothes and the staff would be the few things she’d miss if she wasn’t a Princess.

“Do you like it?” Laura kindly asked with a soft smile. The dress laid in the bed softly, as if it was flying, somehow. It’s thin straps were extravagant, but the most beautiful part were the sleeves which came from the sides of the dress without any connection to the straps. The chest’s area was an expensive layer covering another, showing some cleavage, although in the time, it was considered much cleavage.

“Liking it should be considered an euphemism” the princess spoke, happily. Soon after more contemplation of the dress, she left to the bath room for her monthly shower. To take plenty of baths wasn’t something too common at the time, since the weather is very cold in France, nevertheless she still loved taking baths. They made her feel cleansed, as they are meant to make you feel. Her baths were more common, more than in relation to others.

As she arrived at the bath room, the water was warm, and time quickly flew by. Her humming while the bath occurred was adorable. There were no words, just simple music. Her hair was entirely designed in a bun, her skin was pale and warm, nearly wrinkling. Thankfully, she soon noticed them and with that, she ran out of the bath tub to prevent the appearance of more of them.

In the next few seconds she would do something she’d regret: she’d follow the sound. First there was a moaning, a pleasure moaning. As she left the bath room there were three hallways. She stood with her back against the door and saw a hallway in front of her which led straight into her bedroom door (the one she should’ve followed), another hallway to her left which led to the queen and king’s bedroom (the one she would always try to avoid) and another hallway to her right which led to the rest of the castle. From the hallway to her right came the sound and, as curiosity demanded, she decided to follow it.

Her steps were slow and quiet, she was slightly scared of the thing that she would soon find. “Maybe another one of the royal’s secret affairs?” she imagined. Even though fear threatened to penetrate into her mind, she was happy with her decision to be courageous and follow the sound. At each step she took she held her towel closer to her body, squeezing herself slowly. She bit her lip due to nervousness. While she almost finished walking through the hallway, before it’s end, there was an entrance to the left. Right there, she saw what made her prefer to be blind.

A man, with leather pants and a silk loose shirt. He had his arms wrapped around her waist, an unknown waist. The woman and the man revolved each others lips with their own. They looked like animals as he lifted the skirt of her dress, he pressed her against the wall and crammed his face into her neck. Who was that woman? Who? But, in relation to the man, she left no time for imagination, Katherine knew exactly who that man was: Sebastian... She felt a squeeze in heart and in that moment she noticed, that he was no prince, even though he was a royal, son of queen and king, nothing about him seemed gentlemanish. All of the magic that she felt for him  dove away. Perhaps one drop of their recently-destroyed, possibility of love remained. The poor princess expected at least a little bit of fidelity or respect coming from his side.

As usual, when she was confused and/or hurt her face turned like this: her mouth was slightly open, speechless, numb and her eyebrows were the most expressive part of her face, one of them remained raised demonstrating insatisfaction and disgust towards his disrespect, and the other one frowned, sad and confused. Her lips, usually very expressive, were dead looking. The mixture of feelings led her to being capable of completing only one simple task: to run away. First she reconstructed herself. Her body which was leaned over so her head could see the two lovers, was now standing erect. She was deadly serious and cold. After that, she left. Although her disturbed mind did not allow her to see that Sebastian had noticed something special too... her eyebrows and the sentiment they gave as they confusingly and sadly looked at him.

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She harshly closed the door. The surprise effect was not soon gone. The image of their ‘love’ persevered into her shut eyes. “It’s okay” she told herself, “men play around with woman from time to time, you should be getting used to it” the wicked part of her thoughts whispered into her ear. “Look, we don’t know what this means” her reasonable sense spoke as well “But he’s not a bad man, only a mere adventuror” Sadly, she did not know what to think. Truthfully she did know what to think, but she didn’t know the right thing to think of. The princess quickly decided not to jump into any conclusions, for they could lead to wrong future actions.

After the rush of her blood fell, Katherine focused on the one task left that she had that day, the ball. She dried herself with the towels, quickly, after sending away the maids that would help her get dressed. Her thoughts went calmer after they left. She told herself that it was too soon to feel any kind of feeling towards that man-boy. In some level, those were the wrong things to think, the princess had acknowledged that with some hurry, so she ‘fastfoward’ herself to another feeling: happiness, as if she had advanced the cycle of recovery. She felt hurt, but presumed that there were not enough feelings between her and the prince in order for her to get hurt in such a level. What the young girl did not notice was that her feelings were not hurt, her hopes were. Silly hopes, hopes of a healthy future marriage. After that line of thought Katherine decided that those hopes were too easily discarded and that it was most definitely time to stop over-thinking and get dressed.

Even though her line of thoughts took plenty of space in the page, in real life, it merely took 2 minutes and 32 seconds. She noticed, while those thoughts went on, that the golden dress was no longer there on the bed and neither was Laura, even when she told the maids to leave. Laura wasn’t in the room and as for the dress, instead of it, there was another one. A red with high neckline dress. It’s rosy looking details were dreamy. Katherine smiled widely and wondered from where that dress came from. She placed it in front of her body while looking at it through the mirror. It was a beautiful dress, though she was not sure if it would look good in her.

Katherine held the dress tightly as she ran to stand behind the dressing screen. After finishing all of the necessary adjustments, she placed her small heels. She still had not left the spot behind the dressing screen when she heard a door-openning noise.

“Who’s here?” after waiting a second or two due to nervousness, she spoke

“Astrid” the voice spoke quickly. Katherine’s heart skipped a beat. What would her dreaded sister be doing there? She fixed her dress’s skirt one last time before leaving the dressing screen with an air of superiority mixed with arrogance sent along with a high chin and cold eyes. The message her high chin sent was exactly the one that she wanted to pass: the message of superiority. In certain ways, it was wrong what she wanted to send, but she felt that she needed that. Though the actual need was misinterpreted.

After leaving that message in the air, she sat down on the golden chair in front of the make up dresser with much care not to ruin the skirt that she so carefully arranged. The young princess took the small wooded bowl of water that she used to hidrate her hair. She slowly drowned her hands into the bowl and pulled them back quickly shoving them under her curls and squeezing them in a upwards direction.

Tired of all of the silence, Katherine decided to speak while still staring at herself in the mirror “What do you want?” she said coldly.

“Your husband...” Astrid said, pretending not to listen as Katherine spoke, as she usually did “is quite delicious.” The young princess felt annoyed and disgusted as she unconsciously imagined her older sister in that wall squeezed with him. She shook her head and expelled that vivid image from her mind. Quickly, she looked for a smart comeback to that comment.

“He is not my husband” she said “Though it still does not give you a reason to say such a crude commentary” Katherine spoke with a grin, which was disposed afterwards. She did not necessarily think that way, but she felt the need to criticise.

“God” Astrid laughed and pushed her slick straight hair from her shoulder to behind her back “Such a prude” Katherine felt a bit insulted by that word. It was not that she wanted to be a whore of some sort, she wanted to be whatever she wanted to be: something that no one could use as an insult in any way.

“It’s not being a prude” she spoke harshly “It’s simply being respectful, perhaps you’ve heard about that” the older sister threw one heavy sigh.

“I miss you when you were younger” she spoke, messing with the drawings of her party dress “You were quite easier to...” she reprehended herself as she was about to say something that would startle a fight too early in the evening “handle” she fixed the meaning of the sentence rapidly. Though sadly, Katherine knew the word she actually wanted to use.

“No, you miss me when I was dependable and needy of approval” she got up and spoke very emotionally as if she could remember all of the memories that led her to that conclusion “And now I’m not, anymore” she added, trying to finalize the argument before it even started. Silence prevailed for a second or two as the younger girl placed her crown on her head and added a little bit of powder in the shadows under her eyes to cover up it’s purpleness. Her makeup was done. Astrid release another heavy sigh which gave Katherine the need to ask if she was having trouble breathing.

“Anyway, that is not what I came to say” she spoke. Ready and filled with anger, Katherine said:

“Then what are you here to say...” she quickly managed to speak before Astrid could cut her in the middle of the sentence:

“I’m here to give you a warning” she said, harshly. Katherine squeezed her eyes, impaciently.

“What warning?” she replied

“I spoke with our parents earlier and, as you may know, our parents most certainly, in the midst of all of their madness, do not think that you are capable of ruling this country...” Astrid smiled, almost tearing a laugh which she interrupted in order to speak the remains of that sentence as threatening as she could get “and neither do the scottish. Therefor, I proposed a deal.” that sentence made not only Katherine’s heart skip a beat, but also made her veins grow cold.

“Finish your phrase” Katherine demanded. Astrid got up from the bed where she sat and more enthusiastic than before, finished what she was dying to say.

“The prince, now, has a choice. He can choose whomever he wants to marry: you or me” Katherine world’s stopped, it wasn’t chaotic or exploding or even sad it just stopped. The young princess had so much to say, to yell, to scream and shout, but limited herself in saying the following words:

“If that’s all you wished to say... Leave” her eyes weren’t staring at nothing, it was as if she was bluntly disappearing into the madness of the french court. Surprisingly enough, Astrid left the room without a comment, the older princess felt that it was a bomb big enough by itself to handle and it needed no help from her side. How could her parents to abruptly steal her dream away from her? Her only hope for a happy life?

Katherine’s last motions were to prepare the things left that needed preparation before the party in relation to her makeup. After that, she left for the ballroom and the real madness began.