Un ... something Well ... this vignette or story, because it stretched too much (?) is of LD, is related to LD, but it is totally irrelevant to the real story. So it's not very spoiler say ... In short, this is Naima's father was young. You'll see as it is ... I notice that there is a bit of improvisation in what I do, so forgive me inconsistencies (?). Anyway, here is the first part. We'll see when I bring the second and (who knows, if any?) Third.
Someone knocked at the door, while he adjusted the sleeves of his shirt and looked critically at mirror, looking for any imperfections, even if the slightest.
"I'm going," said the boy, only just eighteen.
is supposed to be my birthday celebration, why can not wait?
Of course, that last comment was not expressed aloud. It was clear she was not as free to speak.
deep breath, while their eyelids are relaxed about their solemn eyes and a face filled his youthful face tanned. Noted with some distaste and opaque ashy blond hair, knowing that nothing was going to make it shine in a dignified manner.
then walked to the door of his huge room with elegance in their movements. The expensive and delicate clothes that had to wear for the occasion, flew around, and for some reason, that reminded him that, by some quirk of the ancestors, for the holidays as that would wear a mask.
"is redundant, almost -
thought, as he put the mask in the eyes and fit. Since we all live one of them stamped with the faces.
came out slowly, and with artificial voice calm and polite, apologized for the delay with his mother, who watched him frowning. "Okay, but do not be late more," he said dismissively, as always, while she herself was looking for something to cover part of the face. The Luvean brought his niece. It is a lovely girl and wonderful family, you know. You should know.
"Of course I will, Mother," replied his voice calm, but inside I was nervous, trying to plan a form of escape from the crowd of people he addressed. For a second, had wanted to run, but could not be met, given a voice, who presented the rest, flooded his thoughts.
"Now with you, someone is sure to be the future of this country: the young lord, Emir Griot.
and the avalanche entered the function room of his mansion, greeting everyone with a respect they did not even feel. Gave disgust, because they seemed a lot of surface beasts wallowing in his wealth.
And he scared, because I had no idea if I was going to like it, living pretending, or if it really were so. Did not know what was more horrible, anyway.
Years ago I heard the same thing, day after day. People adored him since I was little. High society at his feet and had always heard the same words.
He was the hope of the country, according to many. Hope for what? He had never been found out, but everyone seemed to see in it a wonderful thing.
calm in his eyes, his back straight, his perfect manners and brilliant brain. There was something awesome and fantastic in all these aspects of Emir. A promising young man, no doubt, with incredible charisma with which he seemed to be born and a gift for public speaking.
Of course it was admired and respected by all. Why did not he do? Not worked so hard to pretend to get anything in return.
Emir For indeed it was not anything that the eye could see. His exemplary attitude and everything was just a fake screen to get a success, as he had said since he was born, deserved.
Basically, it was someone incredibly simple and forgetful, when at last I could relax. He was very friendly, not so respected that figure could ever have someone really close. Actually, it was incredibly simple, but quite selfish. However, his true identity to his parents did not care, the society had never accepted and there was nobody to see it. No one except her.
She, somewhat hysterical but shy. Respectful and nervous. She, the daughter of one of the many pairs of family servants, Maeli Alesta.
had met far too long. Long before social pressure is revealed before your eyes, I understood the reality of that world in which he lived. It is so that I could not remember how much. I only knew that from that moment he had become the counterweight for keeping your mind stable and, once they had realized it was wrong, it was too late to quit.
And now he was stuck in those big eyes and chocolate brown eyes filled with paranoid talk about, afraid to see him act that way so unworthy. I could not let others observe his face unmasked.
In those brief moments of freedom, trying to be free at once. Able to be quiet for a while. However, these small moments it began to frustrate. No matter if Maeli spoke openly about their dreams, no matter how many times he had confessed he wanted to get his mother and father could have a quiet life and not have to kill to work to survive. Although it did all that, always ended by adding, bewildered as if he suddenly awakening:
- Sorry, Mr Griot! It's very rude of me to say these things, and she bit her lip began to tremble.
"Okay, he always answered him, feeling the distance between the two grew larger and was about to get to mourn in despair. When we are alone you can treat me like a friend. Call me Emir.
But she only became more nervous, and then look at the sky or something. Then he invented a cheap excuse to go and pulled away, embarrassed.
Before I knew live with that, but at that time was becoming more frustrating, more lonely. And Amir and I knew that there was nothing that time was running out. Once you have reached eighteen, would have to marry, go and live in disguise for the rest of his life. Nothing was scarier to think about that day.
And it had come. Among all the fine people at this event, saw his future. Day after day, hour after hour of pretending. There was nothing to do.
Absolutely nothing.
