She couldn't decide if she was nervous or scared. Alice was on her way to her second husband. A few days ago had a very noble man come by her father's farm and offered him money for her. Her father who only loved the bottle at this point was more than happy to send her away. After all, she was a useless girl, not even being able to carry a child for her husband before he died. Alice wouldn't complain.
Despite her father's rude behaviour so was nothing that her husband had done toward her. They had met during a festival and he had been so very charming. He had bought her sweet gifts and Alice fell quickly in love with him. Her father had loved the man as well. One that came with wealth and a nice house, horses and most important power. Her father gave him his blessing without a second thought. And yes, everything had been nice and sweet. At least the first few months. It all began with tiny things. After a few remarks about what she did wrong, then he started to come home later, reeking alcohol and then the beatings started.
Alice soon had more days with bruises than not. She became very good at hiding them, but she knew that the ladies in town talked about her. Not because of the bruises. No, they would never ask about something like that. Instead, they spread rumours that she wouldn't give her husband a child. It was not true. Alice had carried them, but never the whole way. Then did a doctor warn her. She might not survive another pregnancy. Alice knew that it would make her husband very furious and she dreed the hour when she would need to tell him.
However, her husband never came back home that night. Apparently, had he been stabbed during a bar fight and died on his way home. Alice was not sure she was even sad about it. Her father on the other hand was angry. When she was forced to move back home did he blame everything on her.
Alice was once again in a dark place. So when the noble came to the farm she knew there was nothing good that could come out of it. They wanted to give her away as a wife. Alice had just turned twenty-five and most scars she had would few people see. That she had already been married before was something they didn't mind so now she was sitting in the carriage on her way to her new home.
She owned very few things. Alice had got dressed in the only nice dress she owned. A pale green long dress with a brown ribbon around her waist with a knot in the back. Alice didn't own a hat. She wished she did that. Her father had become very angry last night, so her pale blond hair had been cut roughly. Now did it barely reach her shoulders and Alice had done her best to put it up in a nice knot. She wanted to make a good impression. The bruised cheek had she covered up with powder and she had begged for a higher power that there wouldn't be a wedding night.
The noble who had come and get her had not wanted to share the carriage. Maybe she smelled bad? Alice didn't mind. She prefered to be alone after all. The noble had apparently changed his mind as they got closed to her new home. He began to tell her stories about her new husband and Alice barely dared to believe him.
A demon?
Holy mother above, I am not going to last for long. Bless my time here on earth, Alice sends a prey to a higher power and then she saw the house.
Had they really got to the right place? Was this her new home? Alice looked up at the building. Well, it needed some work.
The carriage stopped in front of an entrance and that was when she saw him. Leaning against one of the pillars stood a very handsome man. The noble stepped out first and then almost dragged her out of the carriage. She stumbles a bit and then stood tall.
Here she was. A young woman dressed in green with blond hair and scared blue eye looked at the man she was now going to share her life with. Alice saw that he clearly was at least a head taller than her. Was it hard to breathe? She stood frozen against the ground. The noble snapped a finger in front of her face and Alice realises she had been staring at the man.
"I… I'm Alice."
Despite her father's rude behaviour so was nothing that her husband had done toward her. They had met during a festival and he had been so very charming. He had bought her sweet gifts and Alice fell quickly in love with him. Her father had loved the man as well. One that came with wealth and a nice house, horses and most important power. Her father gave him his blessing without a second thought. And yes, everything had been nice and sweet. At least the first few months. It all began with tiny things. After a few remarks about what she did wrong, then he started to come home later, reeking alcohol and then the beatings started.
Alice soon had more days with bruises than not. She became very good at hiding them, but she knew that the ladies in town talked about her. Not because of the bruises. No, they would never ask about something like that. Instead, they spread rumours that she wouldn't give her husband a child. It was not true. Alice had carried them, but never the whole way. Then did a doctor warn her. She might not survive another pregnancy. Alice knew that it would make her husband very furious and she dreed the hour when she would need to tell him.
However, her husband never came back home that night. Apparently, had he been stabbed during a bar fight and died on his way home. Alice was not sure she was even sad about it. Her father on the other hand was angry. When she was forced to move back home did he blame everything on her.
Alice was once again in a dark place. So when the noble came to the farm she knew there was nothing good that could come out of it. They wanted to give her away as a wife. Alice had just turned twenty-five and most scars she had would few people see. That she had already been married before was something they didn't mind so now she was sitting in the carriage on her way to her new home.
She owned very few things. Alice had got dressed in the only nice dress she owned. A pale green long dress with a brown ribbon around her waist with a knot in the back. Alice didn't own a hat. She wished she did that. Her father had become very angry last night, so her pale blond hair had been cut roughly. Now did it barely reach her shoulders and Alice had done her best to put it up in a nice knot. She wanted to make a good impression. The bruised cheek had she covered up with powder and she had begged for a higher power that there wouldn't be a wedding night.
The noble who had come and get her had not wanted to share the carriage. Maybe she smelled bad? Alice didn't mind. She prefered to be alone after all. The noble had apparently changed his mind as they got closed to her new home. He began to tell her stories about her new husband and Alice barely dared to believe him.
A demon?
Holy mother above, I am not going to last for long. Bless my time here on earth, Alice sends a prey to a higher power and then she saw the house.
Had they really got to the right place? Was this her new home? Alice looked up at the building. Well, it needed some work.
The carriage stopped in front of an entrance and that was when she saw him. Leaning against one of the pillars stood a very handsome man. The noble stepped out first and then almost dragged her out of the carriage. She stumbles a bit and then stood tall.
Here she was. A young woman dressed in green with blond hair and scared blue eye looked at the man she was now going to share her life with. Alice saw that he clearly was at least a head taller than her. Was it hard to breathe? She stood frozen against the ground. The noble snapped a finger in front of her face and Alice realises she had been staring at the man.
"I… I'm Alice."