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Nornslayer

sugar is my wife and morg is the other mistress

  • ANTOINETTE DE LA RUE
    gen ed student
    "the beauty is there but a beast is in the heart"

    Antoinette like most days, woke up to a cold empty room. Dark curtains blocked delicate sunlight, preventing the room from being bathed in warm light. The shadows seemed darker, stretching from her large bed to the doorway. The young woman swept her feet to the side and gracefully rose up, as always keeping a perfect balance. Each step she took was silent, knowing loud noises would only be met with angry yells from her mother and a cold disdainful look from her father. Unlike most children growing up, she lacked the freedom and wildness of young kids. Her mother, a strict and powerful women who expected complete obedience, would unleash verbal abuse and cruel words anytime the little girl attempted to be anything less than exactly like her mother, cold and heartless. Her father, a busy man who despite loving his daughter greatly, deferred to his wife when it came to raising their child. Her mother interfered only for their private lessons, an altogether traumatizing event, molding her into an ice queen. As a result she was mostly raised by numerous nannies and tutors. Instead of playdates or going to the playground, she had ballet classes and rigorous schooling. To her father, the only way to redeem her birth was to be a poster child for the family, the perfect daughter. She always had to be the best and nothing less.

    In France, she was isolated, only her tutors and instructors to talk to. Moving to America had been the best thing to ever happen to her. The household may not have changed, but for the first time in her life, she had gained a friend. The next door neighbor happened to be an equally influential and wealthy family with a daughter around her age. The girl became her only solace in the never ending hell that was her life. Only around her friend Kimyra, could she drop the facade and be more than a Del La Rue. Today marked her first day of freedom, in a mere hour she would be out the door and on a flight to Los Angeles to attend Hero University. The yellow eyed woman had never thought she would have been able to attend a university of her choice, but thankfully acceptance into such a prestigious school could not be turned down. As long as she upheld the family's pride she would be permitted to move out from under their thumb, at least until graduation.

    She sighed miserably, and pulled open her closet, quickly grabbing her outfit for the day. Having finished dressing, she looked around her large bedroom, surveying the place. It looked lifeless, although that wasn't too much of a difference. Her entire life was packed into suitcases stacked against the wall, leaving the room void and clean. Pushing her shoulders back and straightening her posture, she left her safe haven with her head high. Antoinette silently prayed that her parents would be gone or asleep, but alas, they went unanswered. "Antionette, come over here." Her mother's deceptively sweet voice called out to her, beckoning Nette over to her. Ever the dramatic, the woman sat like a queen before a peasant in a large chair in their living room. Emotionless eyes stared into her, searching and finding her lacking. Dreading the conversation, but knowing there was no escape, she approached her, maintaining her poise. "Good morning Mother." The half snake woman looked down on her daughter, elegantly cleaning her nails with a knife as she spoke. "Before you go darling, repeat to me the rules."

    Antionette behind her back, clutched her hands tightly together, halting their shaking. "One. Never let a man have power over you. Two. Never fall in love, love is for the weak. Three. A Del La Rue must always present their best image. Four. Always keep a mask, De La Rue's do not show emotion. Five. It is the destiny of the weak to be devoured by the strong." Her nails bit into the soft palm of her hands, struggling to stifle the shaking. Her mother paused, and held eye contact for several agonizing minutes and then nodded, "Never forget." With that she was dismissed. Swiftly snagging her bags, she fled the household, shutting the door a touch to harshly behind her. Nette, winced and stood still, hoping it wasn't heard. Fortunately for the new college student, it went unheard and she was able to escape to the car parked along the driveway. A chauffeur waited inside, ready to drive her to the airport. She slid the separator between them up, and pulled out her earbuds, content to let the soft french music wash over her, and bring her a moment of peace. Before she allowed herself to close her eyes and truly relax, she sent a quick text to Kimyra. "On my way to the airport, I will see you there."

    TAGS: mentions kimyra Goldie. Goldie.
    code by valen t.
 

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