Read Lady Vashti, the holy one with revenge :: Tale of a silent tears

The scent of honeysuckle and freshly baked bread hung heavy in the air, a comforting balm against the crisp November morning in Netherfield manor. Sunlight beamed streams through the tall, arched windows, illuminating dust notes dancing in the golden beams, Lady Vashti sat in the manors green house, a half finished tapestry of interwoven silver and golden threads abandoned in her lap, her fingers, usually nimble with needle and thread, were still, a slight tremor betraying the nervousness that clung to her like a persistent shadow, her slender figure already possessing the graceful curves of a woman, her gown, a pale blue silk that subtly reflects the bright ray of sunlight, felt both elegant and constricting.

For awhile a rumored prophesy had been spreading like wild fire.....A holy one, chosen by the gods, destined to save El doria from impending drought and famine would be chosen from the imperial household of Gisele Nether Field. Everyone believed it was Madelyn, the crown princess, daughter of her highness Empress Evelyn Bridgerton, basking in the adoration of the court, but Lady Vashti however was met with disdain, a constant reminder of her illegitimate birth. Even Veronica, her loyal lady-in-waiting, constantly found herself embroiled in petty squabble with the other servant, defending her against their spiteful whispers and hateful glares, "They speak of you as if you were a curse, my lady" Veronica whispered, her voice tight with anger. "I swear, I shall....." Lady Vashti placed a hand on her arm, silencing her. "let them talk, Veronica, their words hold no power over me", the truth though burned her.

Lady Vashti chuckled slightly which drew the attention of Veronica who was sitting beside her, she was surprised seeing her lady getting lost in thought and seeing her chuckling seconds later "Anything bothering you my lady" she asked but lady Vashti shook her head as no, Veronica watched her demeanor for awhile before speaking out "Talking of which my lady, are you sure you do not want to tell his grace about the power you've acquired, I am afraid, he might find out soon" she said in concern, Lady Vashti paused her slender fingers that was weaving with ease and looked sideways at Veronica. "That would be me showing mercy to the Emperor and the entire Eldoria empire, I will make them pay for what they did to my poor mother, I will strike when they lest expected, those that had hands in the murder of my mother will pay with blood" her voice was shaking in anger, she paused and breathed, "The emperor nor anyone must know about this until I figure out how I can manifest it" she warned, and continued weaving with revenge boiling through her veins, she suffered humiliation just by being a Netherfield from a mistress.

she remembered her little self crying for her mother in her cold room where no one came to her rescue and she could still remember vividly crying herself to sleep on the cold floor and when she woke up, hoping to see her mother but that did not happen, who she saw was someone she hadn't seen before and that was a man in his late thirties, he was tall and lean, very handsome and had a great aura to his appearance where she was sat in bed, the man walked up to her with displeasure on his face and in his tone announced that he was her father and that if she wanted to remain in his manor she should do according to rules and regulations, after his threat to his a year old daughter which he didn't bother to asked for her name, he turned to leave but didn't forget to tell her that a nanny would be sent to her and she could tell her all what she needed and she would provide them for her and he was gone, the next she saw of him was when she was ten.