Chapter 36: The Place of a Princess II

Running from marriage.

It's a common trope in Libitina's previous world. The dramas, those stories in books, on how a couple in love runs away from the constraints in societies to live a life they want. Of course, Libitina also knew there would be hardships involved when one decides to run. There would be a total separation of new and old lives.

But how could there be a society which forces such an amazing woman like Sorcha to give up her talents? If so, running away may not solve the problem, but it could give a chance at a real life for Sorcha, would it?

"Run?" Libitina could see the surprise and temptation in Sorcha's eyes, but it quickly turned to warmth and resignation. "I am afraid not, darling, but thank you for suggesting it. You never know, this marriage might be a new adventure for me…Maybe.

"But don't you worry about me, silly girl."

Sorcha ruffled the brown hair of the panicking girl, who showed a rare face of anger and agitation. What a silly thought. What a desperate thought. To think that her heart had wavered for a second at the sheer romance of running away and leaving everything behind. Her heart softened.

It seemed like eons ago when she first met the little girl who called herself Lady Merveille, the stiff countenance and awkward postures back then was a sharp contrast to the elegant and popular lady in front of her.

The young girl, like how Sydney and Sperenza had told her, has grown up.

"Lina."

Libitina looked at the Princess who seemed older than her age. Her heavy make-up and red lips suddenly made her look more tired than beautiful, and her voice grated ever so slightly.

"In both Clomodor and Auglarus, the place of a woman is still beside her husband. If I were just a common woman, I would have refused to assume that role just because I must, and that it is expected. But I am not just a woman, but a Princess."

She paused, organising her thoughts. Perhaps she had never needed to tell this to anyone.

"A Princess. I am a Princess. And with my identity, my marriage is no longer about the union between two sexes but between two countries. For a Princess, marriage is a mere signature on a piece of paper, an alignment of political interests that is legally bounded and protected by law. So," Sorcha looked at Libitina. "As a Princess, I will be fine."

"…Are you sure?"

"I must be sure."

"Then how about as a woman?"

"What about that? My duty as Princess comes before my needs or wants as a woman," Sorcha shrugged as she fluttered her eyes. "Or so I've been taught."

When she saw Libitina's face blanch she turned to laughter. "Oh, it's the same for all Royals, Lina! Love is inconsequential in the storm for interest. But as a person, I believe that with my talents in fashion, I may be able to create a storm in Auglarus, just as I did in my home," Sorcha gave a cheeky grin. "After all, not even my fiancé can suppress my talents for fashion."

Libitina hid her sorrow and laughed as happily as she could. "Yes, I am sure you will." If Sorcha did not create a storm, Libitina would ask Tudor and Willow to help her create a magnificent one.

"Yes, I will," Sorcha trailed off thoughtfully. "I will, indeed. But Lina, you are not a Princess, so pray not be like me, alright?"

The young girl humped angrily to the Princess' amusement. "I will never marry, Sorcha, so rest assured."

"Hmm hmm, if you say so. More importantly, Lina," Sorcha grew serious as she tapped Libitina on the nose twice with her fair finger. "I am here to meet you as a friend, and also to warn you. Be careful, Lina. I have heard news through the grapevine that the Houston House and the Aristocratic Party may take action to suppress your influence soon. You grew too much, too fast, and their interests were affected. Of course, with Sydney around I will be assured, but still, stay safe."

Libitina lowered her eyes. "I will. Don't worry."