After a few minutes of changing and reapplying with light makeup, I sat in front of a mirror as Olivia combed my hair. I was dressed in a light yellow gown that was silky and light like nightwear.
"You have beautiful silver hair my lady" Olivia said, mesmerized by the sight of my hair. I smiled faintly at her comment.
"Thank you, Olivia, only my papa said those words and now you do too," I said almost teary again, I missed him so much that my heart ached every time I thought of him.
"I wish I was just like you" she began.
My eyes land on her through the mirror.
"I wouldn’t say that, being me is a curse," I said certain.
The poor girl didn’t know what it meant to be a silver-haired, maybe she did but yet she wished for it.
"It’s better to be married to a wealthy family than having to live in scarps all your life, at least fate is pleasant to the silver-haired" she shrugged.
I blinked.
"It may look pleasant but it isn’t, it’s not fair when you have all your life planned for you like you don’t have a choice of your own" I protested.
She chuckled slightly.
"You’re really different from the silver-haired I have met in the Empire, the rest are so kin to fulfilling their duties and following rules but you’re defiance against it, my lady" she said amused.
I looked away.
"Because I grew up outside the walls".
The moment I said those words, the doors barged open and mother walked in along with the maids. She stood behind me, my eyes slowly averted to the mirror seeing her, she had a stern look.
"Assuming you were trained I wouldn’t have to go through the stress of explaining this night to you" she began.
I gulped.
"Stand my dear," she said.
I slowly rose to my feet and turned to her but I didn’t look her in the eye.
"Look at me," she ordered, my eyes drifting to her. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom
"This night is necessary, it’s the rules," she said carefully.
I gulped.
"If you were trained you would have understood, I’m sure you know what it means to be intimate with your husband, you’re pure and have no experience," she said.
"And also motherless" she sighs.
It was like a sharp dagger to my chest at her words, my fist clenched.
"My Papa did the privilege of explaining to me, in case I one day got married, not in detail, but I assure you mother, I understand what this night means," I said through gritted teeth, forcing a smile.
She made a hmm sound flapping her yellow hand fan she held, I’m sure she didn’t expect me to say those words... well I will have her know even though I grew outside the walls and have no mother, I was wise.
She gently flaps her hand fan under her nose elegantly, turning.
"I will take the privilege of training you so that you will be outstanding above all other wives of the House of Sorcery," she said with pride.
I just rolled my eyes, Olivia smiled at my action.
"Do I make myself clear?" she turned to me.
"Yes," I said.
But she raised an eyebrow, I knew what she meant.
"Mother," I said like it was foreign to me, calling the name made me feel that way, especially when it was someone you never considered a mother.
"Good. Now take her to my son’s chambers" she said walking away.
Olivia wore me a robe to cover my exposed body from the slender tin sleeve gown I wore.
"It’s time my lady," Olivia said.
I could only wish this night would never happen, but all wishes I have made so far have never seemed to come true.
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I stood in front of a tall iron door, our room was upstairs at the same eastern wing of the castle from where the fitting room and the bathhouse was in.
I took a deep breath, the maids opened it, I stood frozen where I was, behind Olivia took my robe off, I shivered a bit as the cold air hit my skin, I walked in, the doors shut behind, making me jolt a little.
My eyes scanned the dim wide room that looked like a hall. The bed was majestic and wide with curtains around it, yellow rose petals on the bed, I became nervous the more I saw the bed, I gulped hard and then I heard the sound of glass.
My eyes drifted to where the wide window was, a chair set was there, at the front against the wall, wide bookshelves that reach the very tall ceiling.
And then my gaze landed on Cedric, seated relaxed as he drank his wine, a book at hand, it was black in color.
No matter how I hated myself for thinking this way, he was simply just breathtaking where he was, men in my hometown weren’t as handsome as this... although there was a rumor that warlocks were angelic beings because of their looks and that only silver-haired conceive them, hence their beauty... but then, before me most certainly wasn’t an angelic beauty but a handsome devil.
But I have dined with other warlocks and none could rival his beauty.
His eyes drifted to me finally, those green eyes of his pinning down like I was spelled there, was he using magic on me again?