The King and The Evil Step-Sister - Chapter Two
“My Lady, are you alright?” As coughed a bit more, Miriam nods and waves her, hoping perhaps the maid would give her a bit of time alone. The maid simply nods, dashing away quietly.
Trying to make sense of this seemed to be harder than just accepting fate. Was she cursed by the Goddess? Is that why she was forced to live again with a bleak future. She clenched his small hands into fists. Perhaps, it’s best to try and figure out everything. She could not stay in this kingdom, not with the plot unfolding as she spoke. Khadija mulls over a future of escape as Ada pampered her flesh.
As Khadija’s already on Aaliyah’s bad side, it’s evident that her whole family is as well. As she listened to the maids’ ramble, Khadija sank herself deeper into the bath.
There is a bit of silence, but her mind rolls backward–back to her course of action.
To be honest, there’s was not much of one.
When the time is right, she plans to take as much jewelry as she can to sell for gold and take her newly acquired mother and sister far away from the male and female lead. The best place would be for the trio to relocate to a small village and build a new life there.
Out of mind, out sight, away from a sanguinary and concupiscent male lead and a vengeful female lead who desires those who ‘wronged’ her to die.
Not full proof, but an idea, nonetheless.
After being scrubbed head to toe, she was ushered off to fit a stay over her baggy undergarments she was slipped into by Ada. Then, Khadija was fitted into an earthy sage-colored, one that flowed past her ankles. It had wide, billowing bell sleeves and she stared at the white embroidery on it with great interest.
It was pretty, perhaps too pretty for any subject that wore it.
She was led to a jade, mirrored vanity, and it was only when they were done that she gets a look at ‘Khadija’s’ face.
This was the face that was mentioned to be ‘homely’ several times?
While it’s true she was unadorned, it seems like a bit of an exaggeration.
Her baby-faced features gave her own charms.
She was an average a young twenty-two-year-old girl.
A young, disadvantaged girl who was dragged to her death.
It’s a very piteous thought.
Khadija poked at her pursy cheek. It was clear her mother spoiled her and took care of her nicely. She didn’t have any desire to change herself to make her life better, for others to see her as an objection for desire. Even if their society treated Khadija better in that case, it wouldn’t feel right in such a shallow society.
Beauty was subjective and something she enjoyed herself, but a society that valued one look over another was something she didn’t want to feed into.
This body was developed from her mother’s love, and she’ll keep it that way.
Ada smiles as she carefully combs through the tightly coiled hair on the girl’s head with her fingertips.
“This is an important, furthermore, it’s my Lady’s first time going out to an event. You must look like your best. I wonder if you will meet someone special tonight. Your already at the age where you should be considering marrying someone? But my Lady, it must be a good person. There are too many rogues to count…” Ada rambles as she spoke, with Khadija listening occasionally. While the maid spoke, she spotted a golden butterfly hairpin in her heap of accessories.
Tugging Ada’s sleeves, Khadija pointed to it with a small smile.
“Ah, would you like this in your hair, My Lady?”
The young girl nods.
The maid beams, using the hairpin to pin half of her hair up, leaving a few ringlets down. Her springy wisps fell against her forehead Just then, there was a soft knock on the bedroom door.
“My dear daughter, are you ready? We have to depart soon.” Her mother’s voice came from the other side. A maid smiles at her words, replying “Lady Khadija is ready, Madam.”
Hearing this, her mother opens the door, her eyes widening at her child.
“Beautiful one, my beautiful child.”
Khadija smiled, singing ‘Thank you, Mama.’. Although a part of her felt a bit regretful.
She wasn’t her child–she didn’t deserve her praise or her compliments.
She wasn’t Khadija that lived in this world for twenty-two-odd years.
Soon, the four women were in a carriage off to the palace. The ride was uneventful since Aaliyah was the type to speak her frustrations with her ‘family’. Khadija, ignoring, for the most part, had chosen to spend the ride resting her head on her sister’s much taller sister’s chest.
She could hear her heart pound with anticipation, amused that she was so excited for the festivities.
Khadija though, didn’t have much confidence in that regard.
Once the family arrived at the festivities, Khadija could already see the hustle and bustle of things.
Were they a tad bit late?
The day seemed to be already dimming from the night sky.
As they began to make their way to the entrance, all showing their invitations accordingly. After, they began to descend the stairs to scrutinizing their eyes.
What was the term?
Could that describe Khadija’s current predicament?
“Arriving so leisurely…”
“If it wasn’t apparent that…woman and her children were married into nobility, it is now. Besides that, doesn’t Sir Badawi’s daughter look particularly beautiful?”
“Very beautiful, like a princess…”
Khadija could already feel a headache marrying her temples.
Anika, not wanting to worry her daughter too much about interacting with other nobles tells her, “If you want, you can go explore on your own. Just steer clear of trouble, alright?”
Seeing her sister off to entertain girls around her age, the young woman nods, finding herself much later, wandering until she finds herself alone on a balcony.
At her leisure, not once did she see the male lead.
Maybe she didn’t want to come out for the ball–although the plot says otherwise. Not even that, she had to hear her family get ridiculed all night. She saw her sister getting along with a few noble ladies, but she wonders what they might say behind their backs…
“…still to arrive late like this. Does that woman think she’s the mother of the country?”
“Oh, Anika Badawi. She’s just the second wife of a lower-rank noble, lost by seas. She’s not fit for these gatherings. The Madam of Badawi house, a servant woman. Ha! It’s quite laughable, isn’t it?”
“Isn’t it…I had no idea…she had the nerve to show up to an important event like this with her common-born children.”
“The oldest daughter is quite pretty, though so even if she’s a commoner, she’d be able to at least be a mistress of a wealthy man. But the youngest daughter? A girl that cannot speak with those repulsive looks. She might as well be fed to the dragons to keep them at bay.”
All these people care about is power and looks.
If they didn’t have their title, would they still be speaking like this?
Khadija furrows her brows softly before downing the flute of alcohol in her hand.
Maybe she should’ve just played sick and stayed home.
“Have you become tired of the festivities as well?” A man’s voice comes from the shadows, she hadn’t been able to see his face, but he didn’t seem too dangerous she decided to entertain him.
Khadija took a moment to think, then lazily guided her small hands under the moonlight and told the voice.
‘I didn’t see a certain person; the night became tedious.’
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