Chapter 3: Forge Her Path
Dark spots momentarily danced in the corner of my eyes as I fell down to the ground. The brutal sting of my father's slap hurt my cheek but I made no sound at all, not even the tiniest whimper. I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of seeing me vulnerable, he doesn't deserve that.
Pulling myself up from the ground, I stood on my feet, bowing my head down and offering him the total submission I knew he liked and would get me out of this situation quicker.
My father huffed out a breath as he yelled at me, "You had one job," He said, wagging a finger at me, "Just one fucking job and yet you still couldn't it. How useless, just like the day you were born!"
I blinked at the statement but still kept my head down and said nothing. This wasn't the first time I was going to be hearing such words. In fact, I think I've been hearing it ever since I could speak my first words.
It was no secret my father wanted a boy and the gods granted him his wish. Bjorn, my older brother was born.
Bjorn was the apple of my father's eye but yet he wanted more, thinking the gods would favor him the second time, my father tried again and I was born.
The hatred for me began then, I was seen as nothing more than a hindrance in his quest for an heir. So he decided to try again but the gods had already turned his back on him, for he bore another girl, Evie, my little sister and he tried again and gave birth to another girl, but she died at birth and took my mother with her.
I was seen as the problem and the one who had cursed all of it, for it all started with my birth. My birth had sealed the door of my father ever having more heirs. Since he couldn't give birth to more heirs, he focused all his attention on his only heir Bjorn, while I was just raised to fulfill his needs whenever it arises.
The opportunity presented himself when he made me marry the bravest knight who was known for conquering other kingdoms. My father made me marry Reagan to strengthen his place among the kingdoms. He never even asked me if I was okay, all I got was just a note and a wedding dress and before I knew it, I was getting married. Even though, it was meant to be a sad day, it was the happiest because it meant being free of my father but unfortunately that wasn't true and staring at him now, I wondered if I truly will ever be free of him.