Snow and Silk: Sacrificed to the God’s

Violin

{Arabella’s POV}

Feryn said she’d give me a tour of the castle today, and I couldn’t help but dance with excitement. “You will have to have me with you no matter where you go, so no running off on your own.” She said. “But we have a library, a music room, a ballroom, and so much more! I’m so excited to show you!” She cheered.

“A music room?” I asked. “D-Do you have violins?”

“Yes, we do! Do you play?” She asked, smiling at me as she picked out a dress for me to wear.

I nodded.. it’s been so long since I’ve played.. “My mother gifted me a beautiful violin, and taught me. When she passed.. my father sold all of our instruments.. including my violin..” I said, looking down. “Do you think we can go there?” I asked.

“Yes of course, would you like to go there first? Or I can take you to the ballroom with one of our violins so you can play there. The ballroom has magnificent acoustics!” She said, finally picking a dress. She handed me a practically see through gown, it hung off the shoulders. The texture was that of a thin silk, and it hugged my curves but had slits down both legs to allow me more free movement. It was a pale purple color, with deep purple roses adorning a belt that tied at my waist. It had a deep v neck, showing off my breasts, and a gold metal adornment that were vines, spreading across my chest to hold the fabric together. It was backless, showing off much more skin than I’m used to. I carefully put it in, as she pulled my hair up into a messy bun, allowing a few curls to fall around my face. She put in a metal hairpiece that were gold vines, and deep purple roses, to match the dress, and helped me into the same gold vine heels from last night. She put on a light makeup, with a deep purple eye shadow to contrast.

She smiled at her work. “You look beautiful!” She said, turning me towards the mirror.

My breasts were large, and really showed through the dress, you can nearly see my ni***** if you were close enough, but I had to admit, I felt beautiful. “Thank you Feryn..” I smiled back at her.

“Of course!” She smiled back, as she interlocked her arm with mine and we left our room. We walked straight to the music room, and when she opened the door I was surprised to see every kind of instrument in here. I gawked at the beautiful violins, noticing one in particular. A pale grey, wood violin, with golden strings, and golden vines painted onto it.

I reached out, running my fingertips across the strings. “It’s beautiful..” I whispered.

“Then you should play it for me!” She smiled, picking up the matching bow, it was the same grey color, with golden colored horse hairs. She handed it to me, and picked up the violin. “Let’s go to the ballroom! I can’t wait to hear you play!” She smiled, leading me on down the hallway.

We made it to two massive white doors, she pushed them in, allowing me to peer inside the ballroom. Marble floors, painted ceilings with the themes of a cold winter. A massive staircase that walked up to the four thrones, along with pillars that stretched all the way to the massive ceiling.

“It’s.. it’s amazing Feryn..” I said, twirling around. “I feel as though I’m in a fantasy.. though, I suppose I am.” I smiled softly.

She turned to me, handing me the bow and walking to the stairs to sit down. “Please, play me something! It’s been so long since I’ve heard music in these corridors!” She smiled.

I nodded, lifting the violin and putting it in place, before readying the bow. I strung out one long note, before smiling down at the sound. Enchanting.. that’s the word I would use to describe it, the sound echoing off of each of the walls, the stairs, the pillars.

I began playing one of my favorite songs, “War of Hearts, by Ruelle,” allowing the music to pour through me. As it did, I began twirling, allowing myself to be taken over by the sound, feeling each note within my soul. It had been so long since I’ve felt this way.. since before my mother passed. Each note strung along felt like an old friend, enveloping me in a warm, and loving embrace.

I smiled and danced along with the music, humming to myself and thinking of the words. The music, the tone, the echoes, they showed how I feel, even though I’ve tried so hard to hide it. They keep asking me if I’m scared.. of course I am.. but I’ve accepted it, I’ve accepted the fate that I’ve been dealt. I’m terrified, I’m sad, I’m angry, I’m lonely, I wish that this weren’t happening to me.. but it is.. so I must prevail, keep moving forward, and not looking back. I danced through the ballroom, playing the violin as if it were my only lifeline in this moment. I looked to the ceiling, the painting of a harsh winter overhead, and I danced, allowing myself to cry about the position I’m in, for the first time since I’ve been here. I twirled, as tears spilled down my cheeks, feeling the pain that I’d kept bottled in for so long. The abuse I’d suffered at the hands of my father, the abuse I’d suffered at the hands of his choice of a husband for me.. They both decided that I was worth more being sold off for death, than I was to either of them alive. Pain swelled in my chest, as the ending of the song began.. this was almost over.. the one thing that allowed me to feel this way.. it was almost over. Tears streamed down my face as I waltzed across the floor, and swayed to the rhythm.