eden spent the whole ride to the castle with him in complete silence. she had nothing to say to him--or at least, nothing good. and she’s been taught from a young to just keep her mouth shut if she’s just gonna end up saying hurtful words. so, that’s what the brunette did. she had her arm link around his own as they entered the castle together, her mask tied underneath her hair as she walked in the heels he chose for her. they were pretty, just like everything else he chose for her.
and yet, she hated the pretty dress she was wearing, hated the pretty flowers woven into her hair as she dolled herself up to look pretty for him. she hated the way that even if she’s upset with him, she still wanted to make herself look presentable--still wanted to not disappoint him. she yearned to hear him tell her that she did a good job, how pretty she looked even after what he did.
as they stopped at the entrance of the ballroom, her eyes scanned the room for a second to see such gruesome images mixed with all the glittering jewels and masks. it was practically a sea of strangers and the scene before her was quite intimidating. subconsciously tightening her arm around him, she gulped nervously as she noticed a slave who was crawling down on all fours with a serving plate nailed down to his back. his arms were already bloody and eden just wanted to get away from this place. perhaps, it was a good thing that she didn’t allow her pride to rule her when she received that invitation.
pulling her sight away from that particular slave, her terrified eyes looked up at him as she extracted her arm away from his. “ i’m just going to get something to eat, dad. ” // @christophercalloway
