"It's all started when I saw him with her. How could he do this to me? ... My heart shattered in million pieces, they say I'm the bad one, I'm the villianess. Now the world shall know the True villianess"
Pati ac dolor
She was the Older daughter of Duke Ellington. Eillington state was the most powerful in the world. A perfect Man and The most? His Older daughter Pati ac dolor her beauty,unlike anything. the way her coldness is wrapped in such devastating beauty. She has a face sculpted from marble, all clean lines and sharp angles. The kind of face that painters would have obsessed over in another era. Her eyes are the color of a stormy sea, deep and complex
Her hair is a curtain of darkness, falling without a wisp out of place, as if even the strands are disciplined. She carries her body with the grace of a statue, a flawless form that moves with an unsettling economy of motion. She doesn't use her beauty. She doesn't primp or preen.Others are drawn to her like moths to a flame, but she's the kind of flame that doesn't provide warmth—it only burns.
She opened her eyes follow by hums and dust rag brushing against wood, a repetitive, almost meditative whisper.A woman in a neat black uniform stood by the dresser, her back to the bed. Her hands were a flurry of motion, a blur of work and purpose.
Her sanctuary had been cleaned, organized, and invaded.
She didn't need a maid. She never asked for a maid. The very idea of someone else's hands touching her belongings, of someone else seeing her most private space, made her skin crawl. It was a subtle act of defiance, her small way of holding onto a shred of herself. Now, even that was gone.
She sat up, a single, sharp motion that made the maid pause and turn. The maid offered a small, polite smile, a gesture of goodwill that felt like a mockery. She didn't return it. She just stared, her eyes flat and cold
" My lady how you--" " Where maria? " First lord said i would took care of My lady myself today" " Get lost" the coldness can be heard without a doubt in my voice and yet? How dare she interfere in my personal space without my permission. "My lady but lord said..." " I don't want to know what he said. Get lost! I want maria. Now."
I see her run away like a mouse. I know it's not her fault. That bastard must have done something so she had no choice. I sit there lost in my thoughts when a few moments later Maira enter my chamber. I haven't had left my bed. I can't Maria is my nanny from my childhood. The only person who had seen the real me. ME. Everything about me she knows. Every side of me? She knows. The only person i ever trust and will...
"My lady would you like to drink tea first?" I nod and slowly rose to my feet. I walk over the balcony where is a coffee table with two luxurious chair place. I sit down looking at the garden that had made for me. Filled with flowers they think i love. They thinks i would love seeing these flowers bed every morning. Bullshit. Seeing them always makes me look away not a single flower i like in this garden. How could they believe i love this pretty looking things. They are too innocent, too soft form someone like me. Though drinking my tea while gentle wind blows slowly though around me and Maria beside me does make me calm. It's peaceful...? Wait why today too peaceful. By the time now that bast--
BANG!
There we go again.
"Pati ac dolor" he said coldly. But he's eyes say otherwise. " How many times do i have to say DON'T call me that" " And how you think I should address you?" Said with that smart mouth of his. It's piss me off everytime he does that. " Why? " " Why?, what?". " Why are you here" he really thinks that I will believe if he say that he comes to see me here? Bullshit. Seeing him always disgust me. " Father's wants to see you" " why now? What work does he have? " He looks at me... Like this Again. Tch, i want him go away as soon as possible. " I will be there a hour later" i said slowly straight up. The morning light hit against my Nightgown making it almost transparent. I can see the flicker of the emotion... I did rather no think about it. " i can-- Ahem... Very well. I will inform father" what he thinks? I don't know what he wants to say? Such a bastard.
I get ready. Wearing a stunning dress that i know no lady can afford in whole empire. For me? It's nothing then a rag... Such a dress would go in trash without a single gaze over my one comman. I must say father had lots of money too waste... not that i care.
Heads turned as she passed, not in admiration but in quiet deference. She moved with an icy calm, her posture a perfect, unbroken line from the crown of her head to the heels of her boots. There was an impenetrable stillness about her that made others unconsciously give her space. She wasn't simply walking; she was commanding the very air around her, her elegant facade a stark and silent warning to anyone who might try to approach her.
As she arrived at her father office. She didn't bother to knock nor to let the guard informe duke. A sharp click and the door burst open. Pati ac dolor didn't knock, didn't wait. She simply walked into the tense meeting, her gaze sweeping over every face as if to say, 'I'm here now. Whatever you were doing, it's over'
"Father" I said. Not with love, not with warm nor like a daughter should address her father. There was never warm or love between them. A connection that that join there title nothing more nothing less. Her eyes meet his cold and unyepping. They both are same. she can tell what a person is thinking. But him? Never. She never know what he does what he thinks it's was mystery to her a mystery she would undo...