I Must Get Answers

Mirelah;

"Seriously!? "Vaelor suddenly yells, and my body jerks in fright as I quickly turn to him.

"We'll all stay quiet!? No one will say anything to her? We'll just sit like hypocrites and act like everything is fine!? "He demands further, and I blink at the young man with tussled, short black hair who's glaring at me.

Why is he looking at me like that? 

What did I do?

"Vaelor! "Darven calls his brother like his warning him, but Vaelor scoffs.

"Don't 'Vaelor' me! If you all are going to sit on your tongues and act like everything is alright, I won't! This castle is always drama after drama, and I will not stand for any more actors. If she's only going to cause trouble, I better set her straight! "Vaelor continues, and as he says the last words, he glares at me.

I hold my breath, and he eyes me like I'm some disgusting thing unworthy of his presence.

"I already said I'd talk to her! "Queen Velnara suddenly scolds, and Vealor turns to her.

"But you aren't, are you? You're busy telling her she's a good wife for Kealith when she tried to run away yesterday. Is that how you set someone straight, Mom!? "He replies, and I stare frozen… and afraid.

Why is he so angry? Is it because I tried to run away? 

"Look here, Mirelah. I'll be frank. I don't like you. "Vaelor continues as he turns to me, and his words are like a slap to my face.

"I don't think you're worth of the Varkein name. "He continues, and I feel my throat dry up. My cheeks and chest begin to heat up as his words register in my brain.

"Vealor! "His mother calls, but he ignores her.

"If Kealith wasn't foolish enough to insist on marrying a girl like you, I'm sure you'd have spent your whole life locked up in your father's castle. You should be honoured that with all your flaws, we agreed to take you over Veylira or Azra. And instead of being grateful, you chose to be a drama queen and ran! "He spits with so much disgust and contempt, that it almost physically hurts my heart.

"You ran and made us chase you as if you were someone of value! You're a weakness, Mirelah! None of the past queens of the land has ever been without magic. You are unworthy of the power being given to you, so you best understand that and act accordingly. If you pull one more shit stunt… Just one more, Mirelah. You'll see the monsters you've been told we are… They may not show you, but I gladly will. "He adds, and I feel tears begin to sting the sides of my eyes.

"Vealor Aether Varkein! Say one more word, and I will show you the monster you grew up fearing! "Queen Velnara rages, and I look down at my hands on my lap as I battle to hold onto my tears.

"I'm not eating with her! "I hear Vealor say before wood scrapes against the hard floor. 

I look up and find him walking away.

"You shouldn't have yelled at the boy like that. He was only saying what all of us were thinking. "King Damarion then says, and my heart skips a beat.

"Not all of us, Father. "Darven replies, and I swallow.

"I'm sorry… I'm not feeling too good. I'll take my leave. "I say with a bow as I stand up, and Queen Velnara grabs my wrist.

"Honey, pay no mind to what he said. He's like that sometimes… "She says in an attempt to pacify me, and I smile at her. If I stay here any longer, I will break down in tears in front of them. I can't let that happen.

"Yeah, Vealor is a prick sometimes. He must have left his manners on his bed, this morning. "Sorin who's a few seats away from me says, and I force a smile at him.

"If forgetting your manners helps you speak the truth, then we should all start forgetting our manners on the bed every morning. "King Damarion says, and I gulp.

"She's not fit to be queen. Circumstances brought us to this. I wonder how she'll pass the pre-wedding rituals. She hasn't the stomach for it. "He adds, and my vision blurs. If I dare to blink, my tears would fall.

I force a smile and bow once again as I slowly pull my hand out of Queen Velnara's grip.

"I won't be able to have breakfast today. Pardon my manners. "I say before gently pushing my chair away and walking out.

"Mirelah… "Queen Velnara calls, but I ignore her. My tears start falling, and I can't stop them.

"You disappoint me sometimes, Damarion! "I hear her scold as I exit the dining hall. The three ladies from earlier immediately begin to follow me as I rush through the corridors back to the room I left this morning.

I was wrong! I was so wrong. What was I thinking? 

I was letting myself believe that this place wasn't so bad. That I could accept them as family and everything would be alright?

Even King Damarion doesn't like me. How many of the Varkine brothers truly dislike me? If they hate me so much, why did they come to my house to ask me to marry their brother!?

I don't like feeling like this. How could he say such hurtful things to me??

I am rushing through the corridor when I see Kealith across the lawn walking through another corridor. I stop and stare at him. 

He's dressed in all black and has a red cape following behind him. His hands are folded behind him under his cape, and he has a brooding expression on his face. He looks so peaceful. He's the one who dragged me into this mess, yet he looks peaceful, while I'm running through corridors crying!

Why did he drag me into this?

His family clearly doesn't like me, so why did he insist on bringing me here? What history do we share? Everyone else seems to know what's going on, and despite being the clueless one, I'm in the middle of everything.

If anyone can give me answers, it's him. I must get answers.