When your father tells you to do something, you obey. But what happens when you decide to no listen?
Raven is your average teenage assassin, trying her best to please her father. But what happens when she takes a mission a little too far? Tasked wi...
I was right. I didn't get any sleep last night at all. I paced my room, thinking, yelling, throwing pillows, and finally crying. By the time the sun rose, I had cleaned up my room and dried my eyes.
My future has never been my own (as my father made it clear to me as a young child) so I just had to get through this. I have dodged assassins before, how hard can this be? It was only marriage.
And I knew that Damian was not the worst person to get married too, but when he figured out he grew distant. What if he doesn't want to marry me? What if my father believe it to by my fault that we do not get married?
All the thoughts surrounded me and made me question everything. I knew I had to get out of my own head, but the question was how? I was sitting on my bed, brushing my hair for the day when Donna came into the room.
"I heard what happened," Donna rushed in, closing the door behind her. "I didn't want to disturb you last night, but I thought now you might want to talk about it."
She sat down on the edge of the bed, waiting for me. It was almost as if she was expecting me to break down and throw a fit. I gave her a soft smile and said, "there is nothing to discuss. I am to be married to Damian by the end of the week." I told her, before starting to brush my hair again.
"You are eerily calm for getting engaged last night," Donna gave me a skeptical look. "Are you sure you are good? I could tell everyone you are not feeling well and we can stay in your room all day?" She suggested.
"I am calm because I know I have no choice," I tell her, setting down the brush. "I went over it in my head and processed all the news. I am good. We don't need to stay in the room today."
"Are you sure?" She puts her hand on mine.
"I am good," I squeeze her hand.
She just looked at me, unsure if she believed me. I shook my head and smiled, standing back up "I am going to get changed and then I think I will go for breakfast," I inform her.
"Are you sure?" She asked.
"Yes," I laugh. "I am sure. I process things faster than most, and never having freedom makes this a lot easier," I tell her with a sad smile.
She just nods sadly in defeat.
I went into the bathroom and started to sing a Russin song that my mother used to hum to me when I slept. It is the only thing that I remember about her because she died when I was quite young (father of course was the one who ended her life).
I rinsed off in the warm water as I sang.
"That is a pretty song," Donna said through the door.
"Thank you," I said, then went back to singing.
I quickly finished and changed into a lavender flowy dress. (As seen below)
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