Thread: Two Households, Both Alike in Dignity (Findarato and Lemon)

Did they think she a fool? Venessa watched carefully as the man beside Zlatan leaned over, the one who was deemed to be his father. Naturally, her senses grew attuned to the murmurings that were taking place and she listened to the elder's words. What she learned about his plans, made her feel.. well, she wasn't quite sure. Firstly, she was saddened by the fact that her first and only marriage, was going to be to one whom she did not love. It simply wasn't fair, to either of them. Among the tension that would be unyielding betwixt both parties, she would be a woman who was whispered about behind her own back. An utter fool, as her husband slept about with others and ultimately treated her like nothing more than a common whore. Her life as her father's daughter, thus far, felt as if it had all gone to waste. It was.. useless. This.. thing would not appreciate her for who she was. Would not cherish her, and treat her like she should be treated. It was all a fluke, a mere shamble that would hopefully keep their families from ripping each other's heads off. All she was to do, was give him a child.. one that she would be forced to bring into this horrible world, in hopes that somehow.. it would seal the severance between their kinds. When it came down to it, none of those who sat around them, cared at all for how they felt. It was futile, to even imagine that her parents would attempt to hear her out. Venessa was a pawn in this large game that would overthrow the humans, and if it was successful, at least she would be prideful of aiding their triumph. It was going to take quite a while to reach that point, however.. with all the murmurings of the other Houses beginning to wash ashore, she knew that many were as unhappy with this decision, as she was. They were going against their natural instincts, and it was so horridly impossible, to sit here with those whom she had been taught to kill, without question. Death, seemed to be the better option.. yet, she was not that selfish. She would not let those she cared about, suffer because of her own misery. Give him a child, and be done with it. That would be the end of this toxic relationship. He could go off with his mistresses, and she, would merely want to be left alone. It was exhausting to know that within two weeks time, her hand would be offered to him and he'd take it. Why couldn't she have had a sister..? Someone else who could take the fall for the ignorance of both of these families. Unamused and disgusted, she finally tore her eyes away from Zlatan, and gazed down towards the ornate bowl in front of her. Her glass was settled beside it, and she made no move to take the spoon nearby, her appetite completely dismissed. Her mother caressed the underside of her wrist again, a touch that was soothing, but did very little to sate the flame of hatred which boiled in her gut. She wanted nothing to do with any of them, frankly. They had betrayed her in means of casting her off to a lycan who was as treacherous as they came. To think, they were going to be in the same room with one another.. alone? If they didn't end up killing each other within the first month of being married, she would be admittedly impressed. Her patience was already worn thin, and she highly doubted this one would keep at a safe distance. Everyone would be attempting to make this work, even if it was in the form of lies and betrayal. Was it so uncommon, that she had actually wanted to be with someone who wanted to be with her, too? It wasn't, but alas.. it was not her fate. I want to be excused, Venessa said towards the woman at her left, her mother merely giving a sigh. It was best to let her be for a while, it seemed, before she was unable to keep to her poise and grace. Be quick, the woman urged, and the girl immediately stood. Without a bit of acknowledgment towards those surrounding the table, she made her way to the nearest exit. Her gown, which reached past her ankles and flowed behind her in a short trail, was dragged against the stone floor as she went. Slipping between the creaking doors, which were opened by those standing guard, she made her way down the dank hallway, determined to get some fresh air. Her head felt woozy and light, a horrible headache beginning to pulse through her temples and plague her behind the eyes. She didn't know how long she'd be able to last like this.