A day after the fight, Farha:

Violins wafting through the ballroom, chatter around the dance floor, and the sound of feet stomping on the ground- how lovely. Though this ballroom is beautifully decorated, the gold wrappings of the wall were way too much; there was jewelry on every single place in this room. Was it necessary? To my recollection, when people want to brag about wealth, they would online coat themselves and their family jewelry or host banquets in such manors that others get jealous, but would it ever be the same as this manor? No.

The king, who unfortunately is my father, is celebrating his second or third marriage anniversary. Why, this man must love marriage and gold, sighing through my drink, hearing most of the gossip about my father behind his back…

“Hahaha, I beat the horrid monsters with a single taqa slash. " Bricot, one arm over one girl and the arm over another, laughing as if he’d won the god’s blessing, I stood disgusted, why’s he the hero of time? How did he get a statue built in one of the occupied nations?

Ugh.

Step

Step

With each step, it seemed to pair along with the music. " Your father knows how to throw a party, doesn’t he?” my father, Rulgit, chuckled as he stood next to me. " Yeah, you do, " I answered, sighing my way into my cup. “Just imagine what your wedding would look like,” he said, lifting his pants to his belly.

“My wedding?” I asked, not giving him a single glance. Yet my tone seemed to sparkle with shock. What is he deciding now? 

“Yes, your wedding with bricot, his hero blood, and your royal blood would create legends ” he answered so freely as if my life was just a chapter in his story, gulping the remaining of my drink, seeing how bricot changed girl quickly “No thank you” setting my cup aside looking at him “Why would I even marry such prick? Do you still think of me as a child you can control, father? I’ve changed, and I won’t let you decide stuff” crossing my arms looking down at this failure of a father, eyes glowing bright blue. 

“Me control you, sweetie? “ Father chuckled loudly and painted his innocent smile, which he always had when he demanded stuff as horrible as this wedding idea, adjusting his attire once more as if it was his way of thinking before saying stuff.

“I've never thought a father's love for his daughter would amount to control.” he got closer, brushing his hands in his beard. “ My controlling attitude is always against my soldiers but never my family.” His smile widened, showing off his teeth, his crooked teeth. He always replies with the same reply when confronted, as if he has rehearsed it a dozen times, a father's love is nothing, as he says. 

A father would never plan his daughter’s entire future as if it were a plan to invade a kingdom. Ever since I understood my surroundings, my father told me to do this or take part in those. When I wanted to enter something out of his level, he would scold me, leaving me a couple of times without food or water, a father would never do this.

A father would ensure his daughter’s happiness and well-being before he would decide. A father would hold his daughter whenever she’s not okay, he’d smile with brightness, which would make the sun jealous, yet he’s here trying his best to build a figure no one would wish for.

“It’s my concern for my daughter that she’d marry such a wonderful human, a super human if you might say “ he laughed pulling me out of my thoughts, i couldn’t help but let out a scoff, a wonderful human and bricot do not match, and would possibly never even connect, he might be a hero in the people’s eyes, even my families eyes, but i’ve known him too long to know that he’s far from wonderful. 

He would always pick on the weak, not just pick on, he’d torment. And to add to that, he always got what he wanted. I wouldn't be surprised if this marriage was his idea. The strong wouldn’t live if it weren’t for the weak, as they’re as important as the strong, because what defines the strong if it weren't for the weak and what makes the weak push themselves harder if it weren’t for the strong.

My father's head tilted in confusion as to decipher my scoff. “I am sorry, my child, but is this conversation a laughing matter to you ?” his voice sharpened, crossing his arms on his chest and raising his chin, angering me further.

I'm a lady. I should keep calm and ignore what I'm feeling from this pathetic accuse of a father. I should not let my anger fall out once more, no matter how hard he is making me.

“You’re quiet now, dear. Have I changed your mind on this matter?” he said with a step towards me. Clenching my fist behind my back, I stepped forward, making sure no more of my anger leaked out of me.

Gripping his collar in my hands and pushing him to me, "Father, I have no idea where you made this god-forsaken plan, but I'll drop dead in an alley before I let someone like Bricot call me his wife." I glared as if stabbing multiple knives into his skull, then chest.

sweat dripping from his face. "Listen to me, my daughter, this marriage will benefit us more than you think." I didn't want to squeeze someone's neck, not until now. " Are you taking me seriously, Father? I don't care how this benefits you, but this marriage is as stupid as a dog following its tail."

The sound of movement hurried towards us, letting my father go. I looked at the one coming towards us, my mother. "Farha!" she said with a surprised yelp. I looked at my mother, the king's first wife, with the same look I gave my father when he entered this place.