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Tenshi: Yes, yes, our dear Ferraristi was already sitting on coals. A pile of ideas and no way to get them.

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Black Fate

Part 12



Ilea opened her eyes. It wasn't like waking up from a restful sleep, more like being startled from a dream. From one second to the next she was wide awake, listening into the darkness. There was hustle and bustle in the courtyard, despite the muffled voices she could hear it clearly - feel . Today was THE day. She sat up carefully.Her eyes wandered around the dark room and it was as if she could see everything. These rooms, in which she had lived since she could remember, were as familiar to her as an old comrade. She knew every stone of the thick walls, knew about every crack in the joints and knew the smallest scratches on the furniture. At night the wooden beams in the ceiling cracked and the wind sang in the leaky windows. The room breathed, it was alive, it had a soul and it had protected Ilea. It even survived the war. And today she should leave it forever.

Ilea's heart began to race. Adrenaline shot through her body, making her shiver. Panic seized her. She didn't want to leave! She wanted to stay here! With their parents, their siblings, with Remard, the people! Fusu was her home and she never wanted to leave. It felt like she was abandoning all of this. She got up frantically. The ground clung to her bare feet as cold as ice, but she ignored the rising cold.She wanted to scream, cry, run away. Again she felt the ardent desire to flee, ride to Three Towers, and run away with Remard.

She made a plan: she would sneak into the kitchen, pack supplies, then scurry to Luisandro's apartment and get him clothes to ride in. She would run downstairs, open the stable door - in her mind she thinks she has the earthy smell of the straw in her nose and hears the pawing and snorting. Markalor would be waiting for her, he would feel what was happening. She could almost feel his hard muscles and silky fur on her hands and thighs. They would chase across the plain and no one could ever reach them ...

Then Ilea sank to her knees. Hopeless and trembling, she sat on the icy stone floor. No. She would wait for her mother and the maids to come to dress her. Then she would say goodbye and proudly get into the big ship that was to take her to Vegeta-sei.Tears ran down her face. How so? Why was she such a coward? fool! , she echoes an inner voice, You will never be able to do something that corresponds to your wishes and not those of the men in your life. You will always be obedient and moral as long as you live. And you will die morally and miserably! What happened to the little girl who had chased her dreams and was always only true to her own convictions? When did this Ilea die in her?

Sobbing, the princess crouched on the floor while this other Ilea mocked her: You used to have raged in this room! You would have told your father what you thought of it in front of the assembled court! And now? Look at you! You're a bunch of misery that wouldn't even be able to open the window and jump free!

"Yes," Ilea whispered to herself, "Yes, I am nothing more than an unworthy shell.I have become what I never wanted to be: a docile daughter who will soon be a conscientious wife. I will only live for my husband's honor and reputation. "Again tears ran down her cheeks and suddenly realization flashed in her. Ilea pushed herself up and wiped the tears from her face. The red sun pushed slowly over the horizon and illuminated the plain around Geldor with the first light. It was also getting lighter in Ilea's room.

She went to her dresser, which had a bowl of clear, cold water on it. With several hands full she washed the last traces of sleep and tears from her face, then leaned on the left and right of the bowl and looked at her reflection in the mirror. docility. She knew when she had learned to be docile and submissive. Mother Lily, you taught me that. You were the first to submit to. , she thought angrily.

"You broke me!", she yelled at her reflection, but all she reached was a slight ripple of the surface. Tears made their way outside again and dripped from Ilea's nose into the clear water. Silvery shimmering circles distorted her reflection. Yes, I am. A caricature of myself. The water swayed, changed and eventually became calm.

Astonished, Ilea looked into Mother Lily's gentle face. Do you really think so? , the old woman wanted to know. Ilea drew her red eyebrows together and was silent - in thoughts and words. Mother Lily's smile only widened her mouth. Oh sister Orchid, I saw that day coming, but please hear me out before you pass your judgment.

Ilea breathed shakily and her tears dried up. What is there to say? It was you. You have robbed me of the will to think freely and to speak freely about what I think. , she replied coolly and dismissively. Mother Lily's picture closed her eyes for a brief moment.Ilea would have loved to just go away, but she didn't seem capable of even that and that only fueled her anger.

Sister, you speak of fear and anger at yourself. You have matured. You are no longer a defiant child, but a reasonable woman and you went through this development yourself. Nobody broke or forced you. , Ilea heard Mother Lily's words, but they seemed to reach her from a great distance. She even hated to speak without words. "You dare? You only know the guilt! You blame others!", She yelled at the water.

Mother Lily smiled again, but was silent. Believe what you want to believe, but never deny yourself. The image disappeared, leaving only Ilea's reflection in the mirror. In a fit of anger, she reached out vigorously and wiped the bowl and water off the dresser. The bowl shattered with a clatter and a dark puddle of water spread out on the floor.

There was a knock. Ilea had forgotten the watch. The man called: " Cori Ilea? Is everything okay?" Ilea replied quickly: "Tiá! Nothing happened." She sat down on her bed and waited. Her gaze fixed on the pool that slowly crawled across the floor and disappeared under the bed. This is how she found Medaja. With stubborn eyes, tangled hair, and trembling, Ilea awakened the queen's maternal sympathy. Medaja sat down next to her and put his arm around her daughter. The two sat next to each other for a while in silence.

Finally Ilea whispered hoarsely, “I will not marry Vegeta.” Medaja laughed as if at a bad joke. "Nonsense. Of course you will. Your uncertainty is quite normal. I was also afraid of what would await me. It will subside.", She said soothingly to her daughter. Ilea twisted out of Medaja's arms and went to the window. Even now. , she thought bitterly, Even my mother doesn't take me seriously anymore. My protest is a joke, a bad joke.

Medaja had meanwhile started searching Ilea's closet for her travel clothes. She talked ignoring Ilea's dejection, although she did notice it. "The engagement party is already planned. It will take place on Vegeta-sei, your father and I are only coming to the wedding. You don't mind? Then I'll bring your new wardrobe with me, I'm sure you'll be happy." to her daughter, who was still standing indifferently at the window.

"Oh child, don't look like that! If you scowl like that, Prince Vegeta will send you back immediately!", She tried to joke. Ilea did her a favor and forced a laugh. It would be nice. , she thought.



"Engagement party? You really take everything with you, don't you?" Vegeta Ouji had given up screaming because it had no effect on his father, it just amused him. Now they sat across from each other and the king made his proposals for the festivities.His son let himself be showered, neither agreed nor rejected the proposals. In fact, he fixed his fist and only half listened to his father. It was all going to be just one big show starring him and his future wife. They were completely alien and yet so alike. Vegeta reluctantly shook his head and forced himself to return his attention to the king. Now he was already looking for something in common with this strange onna !

Vegeta Oû finished his remarks and his son left the office tired. He had even lost the desire to exercise and this wedding hit him on the stomach. Resentment and anger simmered deep inside him, but what could he do? If he refused this marriage, Vegeta Oû would put him on the street like a mangy dog.

In his apartments he found his body servant, who was like a good spirit in the process of putting things in order. Yet the presence of his master was not hidden from him.He removed a pair of gloves he'd checked for holes and bowed in reverence. Vegeta didn't look at him and fell onto one of the sofas. With a sour look, he watched Tales get back to work as if he were alone.

Finally Vegeta asked Ouji: "Tell me, Tales, what do they say about my bride among your kind?" He didn't really care, but the silence was overwhelming and he was deadly bored. Tales replied without stopping in his work: "Not much. Only that she is the princess of our enemies and the marriage should seal the peace." Vegeta stood up. "Oh, come on, Tales, don't sell me for a fool! The mob always thinks up some fairy tale when something like this comes up. Come on, talk about it," he demanded.

Tales had