Wednesday, 23 September 2015

Wednesday Briefs. Demon Chapter Thirteen

It's been a while. Life has a funny way eh? But I'm back. Hope you like this week's installment of Demon. 

This week I chose the prompt 'Let it bleed'

The cat scratches my hand, and I draw it back, watching a bright bead of blood well and fall, as I waited for my father’s answer.

“A difference? Yes, it makes a difference. In some ways we a progressive kingdom. In others, sadly not so. If you had claimed my daughter we could have used the union to promote harmony and co operation. My people, however, will not accept a union between yourself and my son.”

Was there a hint of sadness in his voice? Or is that just wishful thinking? Was I mistaking disgust for sadness? Or disappointment?

“I don’t understand. Why would there be such a difference. Your son is in no way deficient. His intrinsic worth is no less than your daughter and his spiritual potential is far greater. My beloved will become a great man, so why would your people not accept him?”

I cringe, licking the blood from my hand. My love speaks beautiful words but they will only make my father angry. My father worships Jandra, and for anyone to suggest I’m even fit to lick her boots is putting themselves in his firing time.

“Don’t do that, dear.”

My mother’s voice startles me, as does her hand that bats mine away from my mouth. She takes in and examines the scratch.

“Let it bleed. It will clean out any germs. You’re lucky they’re only babies. It will be fine.”

It’s hard to smile at her, especially when my father is so silent, glaring at Tian as if he wishes to tear him apart.

“I used to believe,” my father says, turning away, “that your people were savages. That your practices were heathen and disgusting. I used to be a narrow minded fool. If I had not had the greatest fortune to meet with your parents I would have lived and died a narrow minded fool, torturing my own son; trying to make him fit a mould that would have ensured him an early death.”

Is this my father? What is he saying? Is it what I think it is?

“I’ve known for some time. Of course I’ve known, that my son is…different. He never showed any interest in the girls I’ve arranged to…befriend him.”

“Wait. What? What do you mean? Who?”

Is he serious? He’s been trying to set me up with a girl? Who? My mind races, cycling through all the girls I’ve known. Friends who have come and gone. Were any of them really my friends? Were they all attempts by my father to…to what?

My father doesn’t turn to face me.

“That’s not important now.”

“The hell it isn’t. Have you been keeping the boys away from me too? Is that why none of them would ever talk to me? Did you get the word out? Have I ever actually had a friend? One who liked me for me, and not because you’ve sent them in to tempt me?”

“Castien, please. We have greater things to concern us.”

“Greater things? Greater things than seventeen years of thinking there’s something wrong with you for not being able to make and keep a friend? Of never feeling truly close to anyone? Never being able to trust anyone? Of fighting so hard to fit in, to be what you want me to be, when you never gave me the opportunity of discovering who I really am? My whole life has been a lie and you say it’s not important?”

“In the grand scheme of things, no it’s not important. We have bigger things to worry about. Now, I was answering your…bonded. In our society love between two men is strictly forbidden. No one, let alone a prince, is permitted to engage in such…acts.”

I feel sick. I wish the floor would open and swallow me whole. This is too much.

“Hush child. This is not easy for your father. I know it’s not easy for you either, and we will talk, but there is more at stake here than your life, as important as that is to me.  Please, just listen.”

There is so much I want to say, so many questions, but I am a prince first, a hurt little boy second, so I nod and keep my silence.

“When your father sent me a message to say you would be coming to me, seeking your bonded, I should have asked more questions. I assumed it would be Jandra, that we could use your union to grease the political wheels that would enable me to bring out association out in the open. With Castien that would be impossible.”

“I do not understand why your people are so…uncivilized on this matter, but I am not a stranger to diplomacy, or protocol. I am a prince too after all. I understand your position, but all I need to know is will you accept our union? Will you stand in our way?”

My father’s shoulders sag. Even from behind he seems defeated, an old man. I might, in other circumstances, feel sorry for him. At the moment I don’t care for him at all, only for the answer to the question he’s been asked. Then he turns and he’s not defeated at all; not old anymore. Powerful.

“I will not stand in your way, but you understand I can’t officially recognize you.”

“I understand.”

“I don’t.”

“Hush Castien.” My mother’s hand on my arm is gentle but firm. My father I could have stood up to, spat at, fought against, but not my mother.

“Father,” Jandra hasn’t spoken until now. I almost forgot she was there. She doesn’t look happy.
When she looks like this she’s unpredictable, and that worries me. As children, when she got that tight–lipped expression I never knew if she was about to fight a battle for me or pinch me ‘till I bruised. “May I make a suggestion? I believe I can be of assistance.”

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  1. So glad to see that you're back. YAY! I've missed you and Castien and his demon.

    1. I'll try to be more regular. There are a lot of twists and turns coming up