Post #2701434 in BLOODLINES : Fall Of The Demon King, a roleplay on RPG

Everyone had been given a month, a month to accept that their lives were going to change forever. Fryda remember standing there with several other siblings around her, each were unmarried and while some she knew others she didn't even recognize. It was no surprise to her though, there was never a true count on how many children their father had. All that any of them knew was there was a lot of them, some ancient with young looks taking after their demon heritage while some were old and crippled taking after their mothers. It was a crap shoot on which one you would be and Fry hoped that she would be one of the majestic demons that her mother told her stories about as a child. When her father broke the news to the select few that stood before them the first thing that she felt was sickness. Her stomach begun to turn and flip on itself, marriage? Was the man crazed? A hand covered her mouth as if she was going to be sick even though she knew it to be an overreaction. Marriage had never once crossed her mind, she never had a reason to think of these things. While yes, typically one being a princess was married off to create political ties or peace offerings - it was something she never had to deal with. After all she was the child of the great Demon King. The only solace she had was that she wasn't the only one doomed to marry someone who was lower than them. There was only one mortal she could and ever would love and that was her mother. A hand touched the locket that draped loosely around her neck. Fry's heart beat faster for a few moments as she wished her mother was there to help her, maybe even talk her father out of this ridiculous idea.

Shockingly enough she soon found out that the marriage wasn't even the worst part. There was to apparently be no sanctuary for her [or anyone else], upon arriving back in her quarters she found it half empty. The other twist to the marriage was the apparent moving of their rooms in an attempt to solidify the marriages quicker - they were forcing each child out of their comfort zone in an attempt for make the couples...friendlier. Fry snarled at the thought, how dare they take the one place she was going to feel comfortable in away. After all she had already planned from the second she left the meeting to hide in her room as often as possible, the shadows at her feet started to swirl around as servants came to move more furniture. The second they crossed the threshold into her room they were gone screaming as shadowy holes opened up below them, causing them to fall. For a few hours the move was halted but Fry had other duties to take care of and was forced to allow it all to continue.

Bright eyes stared out the unfamiliar window, watching as the branches were pushed around in the light wind of the day. The month had passed quickly, giving her almost no time to prepare the arrival of the flood of fiances. Some of the children were to marry high ranking officials and noblemen while others were to marry actual [though she used the term loosely] royalty. The idea was still absurd to her. There was a panic mess currently through out the castle as her father announced last minute that he wanted to honor their guests with a ball, the man was slowly becoming hard to read. This was the first time she had ever seen this side of him honestly she was fairly sure that it was the same for everyone. Scrunching her nose a little bit she tried to figure out what was setting him down this path, he actually seemed happy to be forcing his children into this arrangement, she was fairly sure she had seen him smile - actually genuinely smile a month ago when he told them his plans. Of course the man had showed emotion through out the years but this seemed different, she wasn't sure what was making him act this way. Maybe this was all part of some sick game but it was going to give her a headache if she actually tried to figure it out. Gently rubbing the side of her head slowly the assassin moved away from the window and towards her vanity, thankful that the idiots hadn't damaged the old wood in the move. She might have shadowed it over herself but honestly she was still scared to damage it, smiling as she ran fingers over the obvious years - probably decades of wear thinking of her mother once more. It seemed most of what she owned were pass downs from the woman, it wasn't as if her brothers needed any of it. The only thing it did was make her want for her mother even worse.

Thankfully getting herself ready was a short process. Fryda was never one to draw attention to herself, make up was rarely anything she bothered with. The only thing she did was pull her long black hair into a high pony tail that still reached her waist at it's longest length and add some eyeliner to draw more attention to her already unique eyes. Donned in her usual lace finally the youngest of her family emerged from her room to the unfamiliar hallway, while it looked like all the others in the castle she was still having a hard time adjusting the change. She knew everything about the hallways she normally walked in, every corner had been touched with her shadows - every little crack was known, everything. Here she knew nothing, she was still learning and while she had hoped she know all of it by now it seemed it was impossible as a shadow slowly moved touching every stone, she was still finding new areas. It made her feel uneasy. This continued until she reached the doors to the ballroom, it was easy to hear the bustling of people behind it and a small sigh escaped her lips.

Pushing the large door open, she looked around at the other siblings in with the walls. Those there were among the few that were to be married to the nobles of the varying lands around them, only a select few were to marry the royalty. Those were the ones she'd much rather speak to, biting the inside of her lip she looked around the room once more, grabbing a glass of a tray as a servant quickly walked by. This was the main thing she enjoyed from these parties, the champagne and wine supply always seemed to be infinite. For now she would stand off to the side, those she wanted to would find her and she honestly hoped they didn't take too long. Taking a sip from her glass she quickly finished it before grabbing another, snarling at the servant to send them scampering away, laughing a little as she watched him.

Snippet #2701434

located in Dotham, a part of BLOODLINES : Fall Of The Demon King, one of the many universes on RPG.

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