After returning to her room Elise had found that her letters had finally been sent to her and she was sure it had to be some sort of power play, as if he was reminding her that there were people, she cared for back home who he would cut down if she did not obey him. The contents of the letters however did not make her mood any better whilst here and only angered her because it didn’t seem like they cared about her welfare whilst here.
The first one was from her father who was diplomatic as always, talking about this bringing peace and how she should behave herself and watch that temper of hers.
My Dear Elise,
I am glad to hear of your safe arrival and I hope that the travel wasn’t too taxing on you. Treville is sure to keep an eye on you whilst there, but I do hope you think before you speak as I doubt they would appreciate your temper. Talks are still under way in regard to the wedding, but I doubt it will take much longer as the council are happy with the idea of a peace between the two Kingdoms, so they are trying to push it through quickly.
Yeah, but you aren’t. You just want the war to continue, you hoped he would take me hostage. Elise thought to herself bitterly as she continued reading sighing to herself as she didn’t see anything worthwhile in the letter that he had wrote, other than to remind her of her place it seemed.
Your brother continues to entertain the court, countless broken hearts and ruined reputations have followed. Regardless I will uphold my promise to him once your marriage is final. I have sent along more of your things; they should be with you shortly.
King Regis Hydaelyn.
Brother is whoring himself as per usual then. Elise shook her head as she screwed up the letter from her father tossing it to one side finding no comfort in what he had wrote to her. There wasn’t any hint of care and she felt like he had just tossed her aside counting her a loss as if she was something to be owned. That was one major thing she hated when it came to arranged marriages, being born as a woman. In her Kingdom a woman was like owning property, to be moved, sold or bartered off and she had to follow rules, keep her purity whilst her brother just did whatever he wanted and slept his way through the castle.
Picking up the other letter she recognised the hand and knew it was brothers, it surprised her that he bothered to write something, but it was nice to see he seemed like he cared but that was dependant on the contents. Opening up the last letter she began to read rolling her eyes as it was just more pointless words talking about the peace and her marriage. Dropping that pile of rubbish back onto the table she moved to the bed to finally get some sleep knowing she was not going to enjoy her upcoming time here.
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Elise had been right in the fact that she would not enjoy her time here, in the few days the bruising had fully fleshed out on her back, causing discomfort as she tried to rest. Nights hadn’t been easy as she was plagued by dreams of him, of King Ozragad strangling her and her demise whilst here. It was all she could focus on, her death, the death of those she loved, and she had imagined the cruellest of deaths as that smile of his haunted her of a night. Ozragad had been true to his word in the fact that she had been confined to her rooms and she barely saw anyone except the ladies that served her, she did enjoy the peace at least and by now the marks from her neck had faded.
Even though she had been confined to her room she had still heard the rumours that swirled around, apparently people didn’t bother being quiet about it, but she figured that was down to most of them wanting her demise here. Elise partly hoped for the idea of him sending her back, but she didn’t think it would happen and even he did choose to not marry her she was certain he would rather she was a hostage more than anything.
Sighing to herself she was sat at the window jut looking outside not expecting anyone to visit so she hadn’t really dressed for the occasion, she was wearing a simple pale pink dress with a grey shawl fabric draped over her shoulders to keep her warm as she sat at the window watching the bustle of people below.
Glancing at the door with a frown as someone knocked, she watched only to be met with a visitor that she did not expect. “Lady Cheldarine.” Acknowledging the woman as she rose from her position at the window and moved to one of the sofas in front of the fire figuring the woman was here for a reason and wished to discuss something. Taking a seat, she felt her own smile falter as she didn’t expect the boldness of the other, calling her out on causing trouble which she had done, but then he wasn’t exactly innocent in the matter either.
“I… I would not call it trouble myself. I guess we had a disagreement of sorts. It seems we are both quite stubborn.” Elise was finding it hard to put to words the situation that had happened.