Eliza was sitting in front of the mirror, the maids and annoying friends and cousins left the room after they dressed her .
She closed her eyes calming the storm inside her and reminding herself to be strong but failed. She opened her eyes and sighed , "how did i end up here ", she asked herself even though she knew the answer.
She looked around her, this was her room, her safe haven, where no one could harm her.
Then she looked herself in the mirror , today was wedding and everyone supposed her to wear a white wedding gown but she white was never her color, she was not a white lotus or white dove or anything like that. She was fire, burning to engulf everything that comes in between her path.
So against everyone's wishes she chose a red wedding gown. Everyone tried to talk to her, convince her to follow the tradition but she was not moved and didn't changed her decision, if she did then she was not Eliza Alessandro Farnese , Fourth of her name, daughter of Alessandro Crisologo Farnese and Beatrice Ercole Este .
She was wearing blood red colored gown which very well complemented her long waist length pitch black hair, she had emerald eyes which she inherited from her father, she had a beauty spot right side above the upper lip. At first look Eliza's face had nothing special but if looked upon carefully you would notice there was something burning in her eyes, she was like fierce goddess descended from heaven . Her figure was not at all petite nor her complexion was pale like her sisters and cousins because she never believed in the concept of starving yourself to make your body pleasing to the eyes , she believed in strength and for strength your body needs nutrition, so she never skipped any meals.
Eliza was first born, she was supposed to be the heiress to the Farnese family, she practiced for this daily for past twenty three years of her life . She persevered not just to be a lady or duchess but to be the empress of the whole Crosolo, she was well versed with state and country politics, state affairs, revenue system , trading and war art. She had special training with monk Yamakuto in Warcraft and also controlling her special powers, about which no one knew except her father and her teacher monk yamakuto.
Two weeks ago her father, the duke of Artemesia passed away from long standing illness. Artemesia might not be the biggest state of Crosolo but was a powerful state. And she was ready to take over her father's seat with all the training she had she thought she was ready. How naive of her to think that, one thing her father forgot to teach her that was gender bias. This existed even in 21st century.
When the day of coronation came her world was toppled .
Knock Knock
Eliza's trail of thought paused , " come in " soon after saying this she regretted. It was her mother in plain but elegant black gown which had delicate floral embroidery at end of it, when Beatrice saw her daughter her eyes turned misty. She thought to herself how beautiful and regal her daughter looked. "Spare me your crocodile's tears and please leave " Eliza said trying best to contain her anger. This made her mother even more sad. " I know you are angry with, you think i did injustice to you , but trust me its not a curse, its a boon. "
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