Snow and Silk: Sacrificed to the God’s

Scars

{Arabella’s POV}

(If anyone would like to listen to the song, this is the link to it, it’s one of my favorites!)

[ https://youtu.be/qqsLJwB4GEc?si=2vpDRuyXHk1fMWZH ]

I decided that exploring the castle wouldn’t be the worst idea. I found a dress in my closet, it was white, with gold vines embroidered all over it. It had a deep v neck and a white sheer shawl that draped down to the floor. I left my hair down, allowing my curls to flow around me, and down my back. I put on the same heels, the golden vines that laced up my legs.

I decided I’d go back to the music room, desperately wanting to feel like myself again. I found my way there easily enough, and remembered the way to the ballroom. I walked there holding the violin in hand. I raised it, beginning to play the chords, and once I did.. my heart began to feel like bitter cracks spread through it. “Take me back to the Night we Met.” It reminded me of myself.. wishing I could go back to who I was before the bitterness, before the heartache, before the anger, before my trauma. I wished to go back to the night that I was last myself.. the last time I was completely happy, with no fear, or resentment holding me back.

I played the song, pouring every ounce of my being into it, dancing around the room, ballet.. I used to do ballet with mom.. so that’s what I decided to do now. I chose to dance ballet, and play about my last times enjoying life with my mother. Mourning the loss of her, mourning the loss of who I could have been had she survived. I spun, and swayed, standing on the tips of my toes and dancing across the room. This.. this is who I am now, whether I like it or not. I am me, with all of the trauma, and with all of the joy.. I can be both can’t I? I can still feel joy within the misery.. I can still smile through the pain. I know why I’m here.. I know my purpose in this enchanting place is to die.. but if I allow myself to be taken over by my fear, then that’s all I’ll have until the very end. I sighed, as the song came to an end, taking off my shoes and making my way back to the music room. I placed the violin back on its stand, and decided to go adventure parts of the castle that I had yet to see.

I made my way down the long corridor, where I’ve seen NymKarna emerge from over and over again since I arrived. No one was here, not a single person in the halls as I walked past each door, opening them and peering inside. There were rooms filled with plants, a place that sent my mind spiraling back was a room with a pole, that hung from the ceiling down to the floor. I shook my head closing the door, and turning back to the hall. I checked every room, most of them were guest rooms, or storage rooms, that was until I opened a door, and steam hit me in the face. I walked inside, the ceiling was a glass dome, with vines and flowers growing across is. The room was full of trees, bushes, flowers, moss covered rocks, it was like a giant terrarium, but the further I walked in I heard the sound of a waterfall. I looked around a bush finding a massive pool of water, a waterfall crashing down from some rocks off the side. I sat down on the side, hiking my dress up and sticking my feet into the water. The water was warm, and the view incredible, then I saw it. A form swimming in the water, I began to move away, but as it got closer I realized it was NymKarna. He grabbed my leg as I went to pull it out of the water, and came up from underwater. He brushed his hair back with his free hand and smirked up at me.

“Little Arabella, what are you doing in here?” He asked, his voice soft, and soothing.

“I-I was just exploring..” I said softly, my eyes trailing over him. His dark black hair fell around his neck in soft waves, while his bright red eyes seemed to hold me captivated. He had stubble that ran across his cheeks and chin, along with his upper lip, giving him the beginnings of a beard. His body was muscular, and well toned, he was lean, and his chest covered in a patch of hair. My eyes wandered across him before snapping back to his eyes, which were now fixated on my inner thighs. Anger flashed through him, as I quickly shut them. Da****, he saw them.. the scars there.. when I would be forced to take men to the private lounge.. some preferred I continued to dance for them, while others.. they wanted something else. They wanted to hurt someone who couldn’t fight back, and they chose me. Burning me with their cigars, on my inner thighs where hardly anyone would see until I was too close. Not to mention the bite marks that Phillip left there. He said that it was his proof that I belonged to him, and no one else. Those bite marks were his signature for the payment he gave my father for me.

I began to pull away, but he grabbed my legs, parting them again. “Who did that to you?” He asked, his normal care free tone becoming deeper, darker, full of rage.

I shook my head. “Nym..” I whimpered. “Please.. just.. stop.” I pulled away, standing from my place by the water and trying my hardest to get away. Suddenly I felt him behind me, his body pressed against mine as he wrapped his arms around me.

“Why, are you afraid to be alone with me?” He asked. “You know I’m not going to hurt you, right? I won’t even touch you if you don’t want me to.” He said, taking a step back. “But you should tell someone about those scars.. even if it isn’t me.”