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SS: Avalon and Artemis pt3
4 years ago
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“Things don't go wrong and break your heart so you can become bitter and give up. They happen to break you down and build you up so you can be all that you were intended to be.”
- Samuel Johnson
- Samuel Johnson
♡ ✐ ♡ ✎ ♡ ✐ ♡ ✎ ♡ ✐ ♡ ✎♡ ✐ ♡ ✎ ♡ ✐ ♡ ✎ ♡ ✐ ♡ ✎ ♡ ✐ ♡ ✎ ♡ ✐ ♡ ✎ ♡ ✐ ♡ ✎ ♡ Artemis, a young man of 23 years, was wed to Avalon, a younger lady of 19 years, shortly after Kosuda had selected her to become his daughter-in-law. Avalon had objected and protested the forced union, but her parents insisted that it was a great honor to be chosen to become a Princess of Calico. Indeed, there was certainly a measure of pride to be had at being selected for such an esteemed role, but it was not her desire to marry someone she did not know. Everything Avalon knew of her husband-to-be was gleaned from news reports and the brief mention of him in her school history books, and that told her so little, it could be counted as nothing. His name, date of birth, and his ancestral history, were her only windows into the man and the windows were closed. She knew far more of the members of his family that came before him, rather than he, himself. He was a total stranger...and also her betrothed mate.
In mere weeks, the wedding of Prince Artemis and the newly crowned princess, Princess Avalon, had commenced. With royals not firstborn, when it came to marriage, haste was pertinent, for, the very reason that they were marrying their partners, was for the good of the bloodline. The sooner the couple were wed, the sooner they could begin producing offspring. With Artemis and Ajua, urgency was even further required, because there were only two of them, and they were the only ones that could carry on the lineage. If something were to happen to either of them, the entirety of the responsibility to reproduce would become the primary and possibly most important burden of the monarch that was left behind.
Avalon did not recall much of her wedding day, beyond the memory of her being in tears throughout the whole ceremony. People saw her tears and thought they were tears of joy and the forced smile she displayed only lent to that belief. Of course, the ones that knew her well, knew the tiny droplets were not of mirth, but of discontent, sorrowful reflections of the inner turmoil she held within her. A stranger, she was marrying a stranger, a man she did not know. His scent, the texture of his coat, even the sound of his voice were all alien to her. But, worst of all by far, she did not have even the faintest painting of the picture of the man's heart.
Was he kind? Was he gentle? Was he hot headed? Did he have a sense of humor? ...would he like her? ...would he think she was pretty? ...would he ever love her? ...could he ever love her? The answers to all of her queries were unavailable to her, and that, she found, was terrifying. Scared, frightened, anxious, afraid, such were the feelings had engulfed her and refused to release her from their horrific grip.
Why her? Why not some other girl? A classy, elegant lady of fine breeding and dignity. Why the daughter of a rancher? Why a simple girl that loved riding her bird, watching tiny hatchlings breakout of the massive, sturdy eggs that had sheltered them since their beginning? Why a girl that loved getting her hands dirty tending the ranch, a girl that enjoyed the simple things in life, like being free to go wherever she wanted, whenever she wanted? Why was she the one that was chosen to be a tiny bird in a cage, an opulent cage, but still a prison, no matter how beautiful it might be? Why was she the one chosen to be a tiny bird, only able to see the world behind elegant bars? Why was she chosen to be the tiny bird that was forced to have her wings clipped, never to fly again, never to be free again, never to truly live, again?
In mere weeks, the wedding of Prince Artemis and the newly crowned princess, Princess Avalon, had commenced. With royals not firstborn, when it came to marriage, haste was pertinent, for, the very reason that they were marrying their partners, was for the good of the bloodline. The sooner the couple were wed, the sooner they could begin producing offspring. With Artemis and Ajua, urgency was even further required, because there were only two of them, and they were the only ones that could carry on the lineage. If something were to happen to either of them, the entirety of the responsibility to reproduce would become the primary and possibly most important burden of the monarch that was left behind.
Avalon did not recall much of her wedding day, beyond the memory of her being in tears throughout the whole ceremony. People saw her tears and thought they were tears of joy and the forced smile she displayed only lent to that belief. Of course, the ones that knew her well, knew the tiny droplets were not of mirth, but of discontent, sorrowful reflections of the inner turmoil she held within her. A stranger, she was marrying a stranger, a man she did not know. His scent, the texture of his coat, even the sound of his voice were all alien to her. But, worst of all by far, she did not have even the faintest painting of the picture of the man's heart.
Was he kind? Was he gentle? Was he hot headed? Did he have a sense of humor? ...would he like her? ...would he think she was pretty? ...would he ever love her? ...could he ever love her? The answers to all of her queries were unavailable to her, and that, she found, was terrifying. Scared, frightened, anxious, afraid, such were the feelings had engulfed her and refused to release her from their horrific grip.
Why her? Why not some other girl? A classy, elegant lady of fine breeding and dignity. Why the daughter of a rancher? Why a simple girl that loved riding her bird, watching tiny hatchlings breakout of the massive, sturdy eggs that had sheltered them since their beginning? Why a girl that loved getting her hands dirty tending the ranch, a girl that enjoyed the simple things in life, like being free to go wherever she wanted, whenever she wanted? Why was she the one that was chosen to be a tiny bird in a cage, an opulent cage, but still a prison, no matter how beautiful it might be? Why was she the one chosen to be a tiny bird, only able to see the world behind elegant bars? Why was she chosen to be the tiny bird that was forced to have her wings clipped, never to fly again, never to be free again, never to truly live, again?
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It's hard for me to imagine that situations like this stor6, are actually true of this world's history. These are things that, by today's civil standards, are considered child trafficking. It's hard to process this personally. I look forwards to reading more of these segments!