Four years later...
Eveloria stared at her reflection in the wall mirror for a long time, before finally reaching out to run her hands through the soft strands of her hair, smoothing down some stray locks.
As she did this, she thought back again, about everything that had happened to her so far.
A small smile tugged on her lips as the memories flooded into her mind.
After all those years she spent with her mother and the years she suffered in the hands of her stepmother.
" Marlene tells me I look just like you mother... So that's why I stare at my reflection so I can remember your face but unfortunately... It doesn't work. " She mumbled to herself.
Eveloria shook her head and pushed away the dark thoughts that threatened to invade her mind.
With that out of the way, she turned from the mirror and made her way across the room towards her closet. Pulling open the door, she reached inside and pulled out a light simple yellow dress.
' I have gotten used to staying in this ugly room and wearing simple dresses. '
She thought, as she looked at herself in the mirror once more.
With a nod, Eveloria slipped on the simple yellow dress. The dress was made of soft, flowing fabric, draped elegantly around her form. Its vibrant yellow hue captured the essence of sunlight, casting a warm glow upon her.
The short sleeves, delicately gathered at the shoulders, added a touch of modesty to the ensemble. They were adorned with intricate embroidery, depicting delicate vines and blossoms.
As Eveloria buttoned the top half of the dress, the small, ornate buttons made of polished brass clicked together, securing the garment tightly in the front.
Stepping out of her room, Eveloria moved with grace, the skirt of her dress swaying gently with each step. As she closed the door behind her, the soft rustling of the fabric. It reminded her of the sound of gentle wings beating against the wind.
With a content sigh, she continued her journey towards the entrance hall.
Her footsteps echoed softly throughout the hallway.
' Where should I head to today? Since I'm only allowed to eat after they have eaten. ' She wondered.
Eveloria continued walking, her shoes clacking slightly against the floor.
' Why am I asking myself such question? When my destination is always to the garden. ' She thought to herself as she shook her head.
She walked out of the manor and approached the gate that led to the garden. She pushed it open and stepped out onto the grass. Eveloria smiled to herself at how peaceful it was during the day. The flowers seemed to be blooming much more brightly than usual today.
A small breeze tickled her skin lightly, making her feel alive, rather than confined within the Manor walls.
The smell of freshly cut grass, along with the faint fragrance of flowers.
Looking up into the sky, she could see a few clouds lazily drifting by. With the sun still high up in the sky, she felt no need to hurry. If she could have spent all day in this place, she would do it.
She would stay here forever if she could.
She continued to walk down the path, her steps slow as she took in the sights and smells around her.
As she neared the large tree that sat at the centre of the garden. It was the only representation of her mother left in this manor.
The rest of her mother's belongings had been burnt in front of her years ago . Eveloria shuddered at the memory.
As Eveloria gazed at the majestic tree before her, Marlene, her loyal attendant, swiftly approached, bowing slightly in greeting.
" Good morning, Lady Eveloria. The Lord has requested your presence in the dining room, " Marlene said, her voice tinged with concern.
Eveloria nodded, her curiosity piqued. " Very well, Marlene. I shall join him shortly. "
With a graceful bow, Marlene retreated back into the manor, leaving Eveloria alone with her thoughts. ' It has been years since I dined with everyone else. I wonder what he desires from me now. I can only hope it pertains to my departure from this wretched place, ' Eveloria pondered, exhaling a breath of anticipation.
Collecting her composure, Eveloria stepped inside the manor and made her way towards the dining room. As she entered, her eyes were immediately drawn to the grandeur of the space. The dining room was a sight to behold, exuding an air of elegance and refinement. The walls were adorned with intricate tapestries, depicting scenes of ancient battles and noble heroes. Soft candlelight flickered on the polished wooden table, casting a warm glow across the room.
' I haven't seen this place in a while. ' She thought as her eyes scanned the faces gathered around the table.
At the head of the table sat her father, Duke Lucian Ravenshield, His silver hair was impeccably groomed, lending an air of wisdom and experience to his countenance. His piercing amber eyes, sharp and discerning, seemed to hold the weight of countless decisions and responsibilities. The duke's strong jawline was accentuated by a well-groomed beard that added a touch of gravitas to his appearance.
He wore a tailored doublet in deep royal purple, adorned with intricate golden embroidery that depicted the noble crest of House Ravenshield. The fabric flowed elegantly, reflecting the light and catching the eye of all who beheld him. A crimson velvet cape, lined with ermine fur, draped over his broad shoulders, signifying his high rank and authority.
Seated beside Duke Lucian Ravenshield was Beatrice, his second wife. She exuded grace and sophistication, her flowing gown of deep sapphire blue hugging her slender figure. The fabric shimmered in the candlelight, adorned with delicate silver embroidery that accentuated the intricate patterns. Her lustrous blonde hair was swept up in an elaborate coiffure, adorned with a single silver hairpin that glinted as it caught the light. Beatrice's electric blue eyes held a hint of mystery, and her serene smile added an air of enchantment to her presence.
Next to Beatrice sat Briana, a delicate beauty with her lustrous blonde hair cascading down in gentle waves, framing her face with a golden halo. She wore a gown of soft pastel pink, its flowing fabric adorned with intricate floral patterns that seemed to come alive as she moved. The dress accentuated her slender figure and delicate features, enhancing her ethereal charm. Briana's mesmerizing amber eyes sparkled with warmth and kindness, reflecting the light of the room. A delicate necklace adorned her neck, its pendant glimmering softly against her skin, adding a touch of elegance to her ensemble. With every graceful movement, Briana seemed to embody both grace and innocence, captivating all who beheld her.
Next to Briana was Eveloria's stepbrother, Ambrose, With his tousled silver hair , He exuded an air of youthful charm. His chiseled jawline and piercing amber eyes held a spark of curiosity and adventure. Ambrose's lean physique was dressed in a stylish yet age-appropriate ensemble. He wore a well-fitted navy blazer over a crisp white shirt, paired with dark jeans that allowed for ease of movement. The blazer featured a subtle pattern, adding a touch of flair to his outfit without overpowering his youthful appearance.
However, her gaze halted abruptly when she spotted the person seated opposite her stepbrother, Ambrose. A mix of emotions flooded her mind as she recognized him. 'Lord Gavriel...' She whispered to herself, her heart quickening as their eyes met and locked in an intense gaze.
Young lord Gavriel Thornblade, only son of Duke Cassius Thornblade and the next Duke of Thornblade household . He possessed a commanding stature, standing tall and broad-shouldered. He was dressed in a tailored black velvet coat adorned with intricate silver embroidery. The coat accentuated his broad shoulders and added an air of regality to his presence. Beneath it, he wore a crisp white shirt with ruffled cuffs, giving him a touch of sophistication. His black trousers were impeccably tailored, and his polished black boots completed the ensemble, reflecting his attention to detail and refined taste.
His hair, as dark as the midnight sky, fell in thick waves, reaching just below his shoulders.
Gavriel's piercing eyes, the color of stormy gray, held a depth that hinted at the many experiences he had endured. They sparkled with a mix of intensity and wisdom, reflecting his sharp intellect and strategic mind. His gaze could be both intimidating and captivating, drawing others into his world.
'Why is he here?' She thought as Eveloria bowed elegantly. "Good morning, everyone," she greeted, her voice smooth as silk.
"Have a seat, I have something to discuss," Lord Ravenshield said bluntly, motioning towards one of the empty chairs. "Yes, My Lord," she replied, taking the offered seat.
"I wonder what this is about," she wondered silently.
"Eveloria, I believe you know who this is," Duke Ravenshield said, pointing at Lord Gavriel. "Of course, I know, my Lord," Eveloria replied.
"He is our esteemed guest, Lord Gavriel Thornblade this is my daughter Eveloria, your marriage partner," Lord Ravenshield announced.
Beatrice smiled smugly at Eveloria, Briana stared at her with a worried glint in her eyes, and Ambrose just avoided her gaze as usual.
But Eveloria's calm gaze didn't change and this angered Beatrice.
'Just as I anticipated, it seems father is in a hurry to get rid of me,' Eveloria sighed inwardly as she leaned back in her chair.
Lord Gavriel looked over at her and said, "Let's get to know each other better, Lady Eveloria."
He gave her a small smile that did not reach his eyes. She returned it politely and said, "I have yet to agree to this arrangement, Lord Gavriel, so please don't get ahead of yourself."