FATE
Thalia's Point Of View
"Thalia!" I heard my sister shout from the stairs.
"Coming!!!" I answered. Geez. Why is this woman so aggravated about being sold to the marriage market? What's so exciting about marrying?
Marrying is the most hassle time for a woman. At least to me. While my sister on the other side is so excited. We are the only child of Duke Harry Colleymore of Cambridge and Duchess Eliza Colleymore of Cambridge. Though my parents adopted a younger girl. Now, we are three. The girl osf the child of the late Baron Manuel.
''What are you doing there, Thalia?!'' Mama shouted behind my closed door.
''Mama...can't you just wait for three minutes? It's even better if you go there first, Mama!''
''We are the Colleymores, Thalia!''
''It's just a stupid surname, Mama!''
''Thalia...'' I heard my father's voice.
''Coming, Papa!''
I opened the door and both Mama and Papa were there.
''Dearest!'' Mama said and sighed. ''This is your first season, like your sister and I just wanted for the two of you to have the best man for life.'' Mama said.
''And you, dearest, is too much to handle.'' she said.
''I am sorry, Mama.'' I bowed my head.
''Are you reading Sir Geunee the Poet again, Thalia?'' Father asked.
''Yes. He published a new one recently.''
''Oh my Thalia!''
''I am ready, Mama.'' Both Mama and Papa turned their heads to my sister. Her beauty made both of them gasp.
I, too, am glad.
''Your pretty as fuck.'' I suddenly said. Oopss. Did not mean that.
''My word!'' Mother gasped.
''Thalia!'' Father tried to stop his laughter, but failed. ''Hahaha...''
''Harry! Your daughter! A daughter! She's a woman! A lady! And that word my dear...'' Mother sighed. ''It's vulgar!''
''Haha. I'll take that as a compliment, sister.''
''It was a compliment.''
''Yes, Thalia, but please use appropriate words.'' Mama descended the stairs.
''Thalia, dear. You should be like your sister, feminine and proper.'' Papa said as he took Mother's hands, kissing it.
''How sweet.'' I snob at them which made them laugh. ''''Love is not what you think it is, Mom. It doesn't come from the heart. Love is all about the brain which, in turn, makes the rest of your body go haywire. Romantic love can be broken down into three categories: lust, attraction, and attachment at least for me, Mama.'' I said to my mother.
''No, darling. That mindset of yours is very irritating this evening, dearest.'' She commented as I sat next to Adelaide.
''Your pretty this evening.'' I secretly complimented her.
''Your dazzling this evening too, Thalia.'' she whispered.
''The Queen Mother shall call the diamond this evening. She shall proclaim Adelaide as she's the purest this season.'' Mama complimented.
''What about Thalia? She's pure too.'' Papa complimented me as he saw the sadness in me. I kind of want to impress Mama but studying is what I love the most. Poems and Science are best things in my life other than my family.
I can play the violin but I do not want to pursue music. Music is great and all, but there's something in poets and scientists that I cannot deny.
''Thalia is pretty this evening too. But she just studies and studies. She doesn't even believe that love comes from the heart. She is great in violin but she doesn't want to pursue it. What can I do?''
Mama said to Papa. Her words wounded my heart.
'Dopamine and oxytocin in particular are hormones which make us feel good and want to repeat behaviors, and are released at elevated levels when we're in love. Then, when heartbreak happens, these hormone levels drop and are replaced with the stress hormone cortisol.'
I remember the words of one of my favorite scientist.
'Love for me comes from the brain, but why does Mama's words stab my heart and caused lots of pain?'
I asked myself.
''Adelaide, dear. The King will be present here, you know what you have to do.'' Mama said and grasped her hand.
''Thalia.'' Mama called but I shove it and went out.
''Mama, your biased to me. I cannot stand it. It's like you only need me.'' I heard my sister before running to the garden.
I sat at one of the bench and wrote at my notepad.
'Why does it hurt when your own Mama doesn't acknowledge to where your good at? Why does she have to make you do things you never wanted?' I wrote down.
''She's trying to turn into something that you're not.''
''Yes. That's exactly what she's do---'' I stood up and turned to the man.
''What the f**k?'' I said. My heart is beating faster. The man scared me.
''My, my. Your words, milady.'' the man said. ''I am very sorry if I scared you.''
''You scared the s**t out of me.'' I said. 'Who the f**k is this man?' I asked myself.
''Do you not know me, Lady?'' The man asked.
''I only saw you this time. I have not seen you elsewhere, sir.'' I said and bowed my head.
I saw the man smirked.
''What are you smirking at?'' I asked.
''Quite intriguing. Interesting. You're an interesting woman, milady.'' He complimented.
''Yes. I know. I am quite unique.'' I said which made the man laugh.
''Quite the boastfulness you have.'' he said and laugh.
His laughter is quite sexy. I just looked at him, laughing his heart out.
''Who are you, sir?'' I asked 'politely'.
''Sarcastic, I like it. The name's Eugene. I am a traveler. A poet.''
''You're a poet?'' I asked. ''I've long to see a poet.'' I added.
''You like poems, milady?'' he asked.
''I am quite fond of them. I like the works of William Blake, John Keats, poetess Elizabeth Barrett Browning, and my favorite, Sir Geunee.''
''You love the works of Sir Geunee?'' He asked.
''Yes. Of course. His feelings are deep. Especially his 'How do we move on?'.''
''Who do you think it was meant for?'' he asked again.
''I think it was more for a bestfriend rather than his wife.'' I simply answered.
''You're a hundred percent right there.'' he said and sat on the bench.
''You are not Sir Geunee, sir. You could not have possibly knew that.'' I said. 'This man is suspicious. Should I report him?'
''I surely know the man, milady. I am a poet myself.''
''Yeah. Said so yourself.'' I said. ''Why don't you go back to the ball, sir? I think you did not come at the square to talk about your job nor my business.''
''Then I shall accompany you there, milady.'' He said and offered his arm.
''Kindly declining your arms, sir. I am to wait here until the ball ends. Marriage is the last goal I have in mind.''
Eugene walked towards me and wrapped his hands in my hips.
''Sir, what you're doing now is illegal. You will be forced to marry if someone sees you in this position.'' I said calmly. As I closely stare at his face, Eugene is very handsome.
Eugene had a muscular and sturdy build. Black hair parted on the left side. Tall with stern facial features and thick eyebrows. His quite tall.
''Sir Eugene.'' I said as I try to push him away.
''My name sounds sexy when you say it.''
''Flirtatious you are, Mr. Eugene. But I would like it if you kept your hands on your sides.''
Eugene smirked before getting his arms off of me. I felt my heart bursting out of my rib cage.
''I'll wait for you in the ball, Miss?''
''Lady Thalia Colleymore. Daughter of The Duke and Duchess of Cambridge.''
''I see. Sister of the Great Pianist of the Square. I'm off to see who's the shining stone this season. Be careful out here, Lady Thalia.'' He walked away.
I felt my chest beating loudly.
''Who the f**k is that man? I have never heard of him. Eugene The Poet.''
