‘What are your hobbies, Princess
Matilda?’
She gave a wry smile at the tea set,
as she thought to herself; this “Princess” is an unbalanced woman who was
passed over years ago.
They were having tea again.
Matilda tilted her head
thoughtfully to one side as she replied, ‘Hobbies…? Maybe…chess and
backgammon?’
Truth be told, she did not really
have a true hobby. Chess and backgammon had been exercises on tactics and strategy.
While she had been pleased her father was her opponent, but she’d felt she had to
show him her strength, desperately giving it her all. But truthfully, she
didn’t actually like chess or backgammon, it was only because her father was
her opponent she had enjoyed them.
Reading and swordsmanship had been
learned because they were a necessity. She was unsure whether sewing and
knitting could be regarded as hobbies.
She stopped to wonder; was she a boring
woman?
That was depressing.
This would not do, she should
behave like a grown up. She was in another country now. For now, she should
study her royal duties so that when she starts, the Emperor before her would
not be burdened by her inadequacies. She was sure this was what was required of
her.
‘Maybe we’ll play together someday
soon.’ He said with his usual refreshing smile.
‘Yes, when you have time,’ Matilda
replied smiling.
There most likely would never be
time.
After their tea, which must have
looked lovely and happy to onlookers but was truly empty, Matilda returned to
her rooms.
Ten days have passed since
Matilda’s arrival in Barenshiaga, Leandroth made an effort to see Matilda when he could. It
made her worried and apologetic. Since he was too busy to have supper with her,
they set their next meeting for another of his tea time breaks. Matilda could
not find a good reason to refuse since he invited her to join him despite being
busy, she decided to accept. Since they wouldn’t see each other for a while,
Matilda thought of things they might talk about.
Matilda had been surprised when she
heard Barenshiaga accepted the political alliance through marriage. Sitting on
a wisteria chair, her new favourite thing she discovered in her short time
here, she opened a book on Barenshiaga history. She had repeatedly read it over
and over since being told she was being betrothed to Barenshiaga. As a child, she had read Barenshiaga history as part of her tutored subjects, now she was
reading it as a citizen. It gave her a bit of an odd inexplicable feeling. But
she did not dwell on it, and concentrated on the book. After a few minutes of
reading, she looked up, a sensation washed over her. So she stood up and looked
out into the garden that her window overlooked. In the courtyard, she could see
Leandroth and a noblewoman chatting amicably. This was something she’d seen
quite a few times. He was always smiling and friendly, making the woman laugh
like he was tickling her. He was good at talking, and making people feel at
ease with him she concluded as she watched the dazzling pair, she sighed and returned to her
chair.
She used to think that being called
“Princess” was an amazing thing. She used to believe as long as she worked hard
she could achieve what she wanted. But persevering for such a long time would make
one tired and she was tired. She wondered if she should return home, but she
had no place there anymore. She had been called “Princess” to the world, but it
was only just for show: To boost the morale of their citizens. She had thought
she had been helping her father; managing schedules, brewing tea, but these
were only trivialities. Sometimes, she went to the battlefield but she was only
there as decoration, a placeholder to show the soldiers royalty is with them.
(Zuben: Why are they warring? I thought they were at peace? Convenient nonsense
is convenient)
Just by being there, her presence
encouraged the soldiers' morale, they were more receptive to commands and showed more enthusiasm. Despite her exaggerated status, she was only a girl. When
confronted with the unfamiliar, she would be nervous and want to escape
quickly. Her thoughts must seem selfish; it wasn’t so bad, was it?
The emperor was kind; however, she
was suspicious of his motives. Looking out the window, she thought of home
again. She did not have to persevere anymore. She did not want to have to live.
Her father, the king, had wanted a son. Her fiancé, the Emperor, wanted an
Empress to hide his mistress behind. No one wanted Matilda. She sat leaned back
in her wisteria chair, staring off into the distance. She remembered she had
brought the poison with her. She looked down at her chest, the small vial hung down
a chain nestled between her breasts. (Zuben: This chick is depressed and
depressing.) Every royal Princess is given this secret medicine, because they
have to marry far from home and might end up in life or situation that was
untenable.
Matilda was the only daughter of
the sickly King of Icecoreta, so she had been taught and encouraged as the
future Queen of Icecoretta. Though, her father still loved Matilda’s mother, he had been encouraged by his advisors to remarry. He married his deceased wife’s
younger sister. Despite being relatives, the new Queen and Matilda were not
close. She was not mean, but rather aloof. When Matilda turned sixteen; the
queen gave birth to a baby boy and another the year later. Matilda still worked
hard with the thought that she was the future queen of Icecoretta. But her
father pulled away from her, so much so that she did not feel like she was a
part of the family any longer. He never really cared for her as his daughter,
she thought, he only really wanted sons. In Icecoretta culture, a child was not fully human
until they successfully reached age of seven, before that they were still fae
and if they die, they return to the fae world. Matilda had been raised as a
queen because there had been little choice, but the councils decided a woman
could not succeed the throne; she did not have the right. The feeling of being
unwanted grew year by year. She still performed her duties, going to meetings
and ceremonies and balls. Her younger brother was named Crown Prince once he
turned seven. After three years passed, he turned ten, but the ascension
ceremony had not been performed. It seemed because she was still there,
carrying out the duties of the Crown. Despite all this, she still yearned for
her family’s love and acknowledgement. Despite the increasing feeling of
neglect and loneliness, she had not drunk the poison.
Her wedding was in one month and
twenty days…
If she took a drop of this
medicine, once every day, she would die in ten days.
She took pick the vial from out of
her cleavage and held it up to the light of the sun. It was a blue liquid in a
beautiful blue bottle. It sparkled in the light.
It would make things easy.
I love you. I like…
She smiled bitterly. Such a foolish
woman she was, having such vivid sexual fantasies about man she had only met a
few times.
Maybe her brothers would be sad.
They had become close in time, they practised martial arts together. But they
would overcome their grief in time, they were bright and healthy. But as for her father and
Leandroth, she knew they would not care if she was gone. She’d thought it would be right to
marry politically and become Empress. The union would keep up appearances.
Originally, she would have been thankful for a delay, but it was just
exhausting trying to look sincere and grateful.
Five days passed with her in that
vague state.
Leandroth, who made time to meet
and chat for some mysterious reason, was smiling and chatting in the gardens
and courtyards with noble and high ranking women. She was never invited along
for these trysts.
She breathed in and breathed out.
She was tired.
She had studied everything from
politics, economics, ethics, trade, swordsmanship, strategy and tactics to help
her father from her childhood. She even acted as her father’s secretary so she
could understand the intricacies of running the affairs of state.
To keep her father close, she
studied martial arts. She made sure never to be an embarrassment to her father
by studying clothing, jewellery, and practising cosmetic techniques so that she
looked well when socialising. Despite her fear of the battlefield, she headed
out to boost the troops morale. She wanted to be of use to her
father and the kingdom. She had worked hard in her duty. She wanted to be a beloved
daughter.
She wanted him to see that she was
necessary.
In Icecoretta, a woman could not be
crowned ruler.
In her heart of hearts, she had
always hoped her father would change that law. Now, she felt like she was trapped in
ice, forever frozen.
She wanted to be born a man; she
wanted to be needed like her father needed her brother
She wanted to be seen.
There was some nausea, but she bore
with it.
She took out the glittering blue
bottle from her bosom.
‘This is my life…’
She took off the pendant cork of
the bottle and placed a drop at the back of her hand. She hesitated a moment before she licked the light blue drop.
Was it a trick of the mind or was
she shaking due to the medicine?
She suppressed the vigorous shaking
and replaced the cork and placed the necklace back around her neck.
The twinkling liquid was beautiful.
She really wanted to have a good
rest. No one needed an ugly perverted woman like her. She could not deny that
truth, but it still saddened her.
However, tears did not fall.
Thank u
ReplyDeleteTbh i dont know how you can translate this without getting despressed yourself but ty for sharing!
ReplyDeleteSounds depressing indeed
ReplyDeleteYes , she does have many reasons to be depressed.But, the fact that she is fantasizing about wild sex with her future husband says there may be hope.
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ReplyDeleteThank for the ch
ReplyDeleteI like all the references, since I've actually read them all, lol. Thanks for your hard work!
ReplyDeleteMeu irmão Isso é deprimente, ahhhh.........ela é tão foda mas tão deprimente
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