Cecilia Darrington and Marriage

A quick short story that I wrote a number of years ago for a short story post thing.

The city of Ilmaria had many Lords and royal families. After the deaths of many of the royal heirs, the latest King ruled the Ilmarian Imperium for many years.

The Imperium had been fueled by Industry for many years and one of the strongest families was the Darrington family. This family had ruled the Merchant highways and sea-ports for centuries with their honest trading and harsh repocuions for betrayal.

Duke Darrington held court in the Capital and had returned the night bore. Dutchess and the Youngest daughter of the Dynsasty, Cecilia sat in her study. Stood over her desk, she began to whisper quietly the words of Sorcery used in the lands of Vadras, her white gloved hands extended over the table.

Twisting and curling her fingers as if playing an invisible harp, she was close, so close!


Looking up suddenly, the parchment and the materials on it burst into flames.

“Cecilia!” Her father snapped as he walked over, grabbing her by the wrist and yanking off the glove from her left hand. “What have I told you about this! You are not going to be an Entitled! You are to marry the Duke of Neverdale and gain us the western approach, we need that trade route!” He hissed and threw her glove into the fire.

“I will not marry him father, he is an idiot. He was kicked in the head as a child by his horse; he cannot even eat without a bib!” She hissed back and looked away.

“Daughter, this is important, you can do whatever you want when he is dead and burried. Until that day you will be his wife, birth his child and do your duty to the family.” Her father was about to say something else but instead just left, he knew she would not listen.

Going over to her draw, Cecilia removed the fresh pair of gloves and placed them on her hands.

“I will not marry that retard…” She grumbled and began to pack her bag, she had been planning this for months, years even, but today she just had enough.

Clambering out the window, she headed into the night.

That had been six months ago, 300 days in the Imperial 50 day Month calender. It was the 13th of Wineday, the 3rd day in the 5 day week of the Imperial Calander when she had been delving into the ruins. The Portal she had found let her go in and out, it had been interesting, so she brought her horse with her. It was a strange place and she did not know where she was in the world; she might not even be on Fera anymore.

Tucking her black hair behind her ear, she found herself walking through the woods of the wilderness, she had taken her horse with her and was guiding it through the underbrush, it was too dark to ride and she needed a place to stop.

Ahead, she saw the village, she had felt the sorcery coming from it. Perhaps this was her chance to gain some experience!

Author: Larkin

Hello there everyone! My name is Lewis Stockton and I am one of many things; I am a Writer, a Game Designer and Gamer. I am the creator of series' such as the "Fera World" Universe, "The Way the Stars Fall", "The Fall", "Worlds Apart", "Void Apostasy", "Unexpected Hero", "The Faithless" and numerous other short stories. My dream is to become a full time writer, to no longer have to work a 'conventional' job at my current work place and work from home. Writing is what I love and it is a shame I sometimes do not have time or the mindset to put in as much devotion as I wish due to working a full time job and the stress put on my mental health.

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