The west wing of the palace hadn’t seen sunlight in years.
Thick curtains blocked the windows.
Dust lingered in the corners like old ghosts. The stone walls were cold, always cold, even when the rest of the palace glowed with warmth and life.
A tower.
Her chamber.
Her prison?
This was where a young, frail, and yet kind girl lived. Where she was kept.
She was only five, yet already almost understood what it meant to be unwanted. Her nanny, Remy, raised her wisely yet ignorant of her situation.
Though she couldn’t do anything about it, even if she wanted to,
Well- at least to buy new clothes for the little girl to wear.
Yet she couldn’t, she was only there by an order. Her duty.
She doesn’t have any money, she knew she wasn’t supposed to be attached but she had growned to like the little girl, becoming strict to her yet soft.
It was short timed when Remy was called in the palace very often to work on different shift of orders and duties, so the young girl was often alone in that cold place.
Sometimes accompanied with Remy, sometimes by herself.
And there would be days where Remy wouldn’t show up at all. Though the young girl had grown used to it, thinking positively that she was busy being a servant in the palace.
“Father… will he come today?” she asked softly, staring at the door. Her voice barely broke the silence.
The nursemaid who brought her food said nothing. She simply placed the tray on the table and bowed slightly before leaving, locking the door behind her as if she were something dangerous.
She counted the steps. One, two, three… until the hall was quiet again.
No noise was ever present in this cold place, just a creak, just some crawling bugs--
And just a lonely girl waiting to be loved completely.
The young girl slid from her small bed, bare feet touching the icy stone floor. She reached the table and stared at the bread and soup. It had gone cold. She wasn’t hungry anyway.
Instead, she sat near the curtain and peeked outside. The garden was blooming, she could hear laughter. Other children running. One of the noble ladies had brought her sons to visit. She watched from her prison of shadows, unseen.
No one ever looked up to this wing.
She placed her small hand on the glass. “Just once,” she whispered, “just once, I want to feel the sun.”
It hadn’t always been this way.
There were moments, faint and few dreams, where she dreamed his hand touching her head. His voice, firm but not cruel. But that was before she grew to look more like her mother.
Before his eyes began to avoid hers ever since she was born.
The last time she saw her father was at her 4th birthday, though she was never able to celebrate her birthdays till that day when she turned 4. No celebration, but she saw someone she wanted to see.
But only caught a few glimpse in seconds before he vanished, he didn't look at her or noticed her. After that, she never saw him again.
She once overheard a guard say it.
“That child… she’s the shadow of Lady Rosie. No wonder His Grace can’t bear to see her.”
The young girl didn’t understand then. But as she grew, the words made sense.
Her mother, Rosie, had died giving birth to her. And her father, didn’t feel any remorse or anything, only emptiness.
Turned out:
He never loved Rosie, it was obvious
And the little girl? She was the fruit of it all.
The one everyone calls:
A bad curse
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