Lucila fiddled with her tiara.She was sixteen and her father was holding an feast with the purpose of finding husbands for his twin daughters. She was so nervous for tonight. Her father had already chosen a dress for her. It was a beautiful dress, made of silk and was pure white. It was covered in diamonds and silver embroidery. There where diamond shoes to match and a silver tiara with diamonds.
She toyed with her silver-gold ringlets. She was quite a beauty - at least that was what everyone said. With her pale pink lips,porcelain skin, moon-like silver eyes, long pale limbs and slender figure,most claimed that she was the most beautiful creature in all of Wiefang,the Western Kingdom, possibly even in all the Four Kingdoms. She was her mother's jewel-but her sister,Darchelle, was her father's.
There was a knock on the door. She rushed over to the door and with haste opened it. It was Awastr,her mother's handmaiden. "They're ready for you know m'lady," the she said. Lucila nodded.
She followed the maid into the main hall. The room had been done up. The deep brown long wooden table was as usual in the centre of the room. There was a scarlet tablecloth on the table and there was silver cups and platters by the seats that lined the table. Lucila's father and mother were sitting at the top, dressed in finery, as expected. The maid led her to her seat, near the top of the table.
She was seated across from her sister. Darchelle looked nothing like her twin. She had ebony,straight,long hair and her eyes were like the night,pure black and cold. She did have the same porcelain skin as Lucila though. She was wearing the same dress as her sister,but in black and decorated with purple embroidery and black jewels.
Lucila ignored her father's before dinner speech. He never said anything interesting anyway. She looked at the lords at the table. They weren't very attractive or interesting-looking. They were just plain and boring. She was sick and tired of all these ugly, rich, boring lords. But then he caught her eye.
He was the most gorgeous man she'd ever seen. Even more attractive than Sir Pasdr, who was the main man she fancied as her husband. But Sir Pasdr was simply ordinary compared to the splendor of the man a few seats down from her.
He looked about 18 or 19, not very old. His dark straight hair was respectively messy. He had a light tan and there was not a blemish or mole to be seen on his skin. He was leanly muscled.
Lucila could barely tear her eyes away from him. He noticed her staring at him. Lucila nearly drowned in the oceans that were his eyes. She broke her gaze though and turned away.
She nudged her sister and asked her," Who is he?" Her sister followed her finger. "That is Lord Gareth",Darchelle whispered,"He is betrothed to Lady Wanda."
Lucila nearly began crying. The only man she wanted was already betrothed to another. Why did she have to fall for him of all people?