North Sea / Off the Coast of England (Cargo Ship): May 12th, 1817.
It was a beautiful day for the world. The birds were chirping their songs as mankind went about their daily routines with smiles on their faces at beauty of the city, but also sad looks on their faces at the horror of it whether it be financially, emotionally or physically, yet if you were to look closely in the north sea at a bustling ship full of people. To be more specific, on the deck of it you can see a very handsome light skinned man that stood out in a clean outfit outfit with white eyes that were void of any pupil or iris you wouldn't think the same.
The atmosphere extremely heavy.
(Mordred's POV)
"WHY DID YOU BRTROTHED ME TO THAT IVAN MAN." Said abigail loudly with a look of betrayal and anger on her face.
People stared. There faces confused.
*Tunk*
I closed book in my right hand down and said calmly "You had time to think. This is what you produced."
"YES. THIS IS WHAT IS PRODUCED, YOU HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO RIGHT TO MAKE DECISIONS ABOUT WHAT I SHOULD TO DO WITH MY LIFE." Said abigail loudly with an extremely, trembling angry look on her face.
A random man leaned over to another man and asked whisperingly "What is going on."
"I don't even know, let's continue working and not be apart of it." Said the other man random as both just chuckled and continued working with some of the other people who laughed.
I stared at abigail's silhouette for a moment and said calmly with a sigh "So this is ab…"
"NO. FOR ONCE YOUR GOING TO LISTEN TO ME, THIS IS ABOUT CONTROL OVER MY OWN LIFE, MY AUTONOMY, MORALITY OVER SURVIVAL AND FAMILY AGAINST A INDIVIDUAL I DON'T EVEN KNOW, YOU DON'T HAVE THAT RIGHT TO DECIDE FOR SOMEONE." Said abigail loudly with eyes full of rage. Her right finger in my face.
A chubby man walked over and adjusted his throat and said with a serious tone "Ma'am could you please be quiet, there are people trying to rest and work."
"Sorry, there are just people we can't seem to ever understand or trust in life. I guess this is betrayal, loss of control and being used as a chess piece by people who are supposed to love and be there for you." Said abigail with eyes full of disappointment as she left with a couple deep breaths.
The chubby man watched abigail leave and moved over by me and placed a pipe in my lap while patting my shoulder and said with a sigh "Don't take it to heart, from man to man she will get over this. When my wife is like this I just consider it her time of the month."
"What…" I thought with utter confusion from not being on the same wavelength with either of them.
I shrugged and said calmly "She's my sister. I only did what was best for her to live a decent life."
"Strategy. Protection and elevation, since she is always complaining about wanting her old life back, now she is mad that she has it within her grasp" I thought while rubbing my chin with squinted eyes.
"Well I have work to attend to so I will leave you to it, my name is john snow and I am the captian of this ship." Said john with a chuckle as he playfully saluted and left with both of his arms behind his back.
I grabbed the pipe in my lap and felt inside of it and seen a tobacco Image appear in my mind thought "It wouldn't hurt to give it a puff."
I stood up from a cargo box and went over to a lit fire and put it by it and waited. It starting to light itself.
I put the pipe up to my mouth and Inhaled it an exhaled a ring cloud while saying calmly with squinted eyes "Yeah. This right here is the good stuff."
"If she becomes even more of a problem. I will have to use hypnotherapy on her, I'm not a psychiatrist with a doctoral degree for nothing. I completely understand where she is coming from emotionally. Morally sensitive, emotionally normal, conflict-averse, and resistant to corruption" I thought with a sigh while Inhaling again and exhaling a cloud of smoke with my closed.
"Emotion is not weakness. It is information.
Fear tells me where I am vulnerable. Anger tells me where I have been slighted. Despair tells me where reality refuses to bend. Shame tells me where I have failed. Even hatred has value. It reveals what I am unwilling to tolerate.The problem has never been emotion itself. The problem is obedience to it. Most people feel, then surrender. They let fear paralyze them. They let anger embarrass them. They let grief drown them. They let guilt make them useless. I do not. I feel everything. I simply refuse to kneel to it. Emotion should serve thought. Not replace it. Vladimir reacts. Abigail resists. Father collapses. All of them are ruled by what they feel in the moment. I am not. I take what I feel, strip it apart, and turn it into something useful. Pain is instruction. Humiliation is instruction. Loss is instruction. Helplessness is instruction. If suffering teaches me where I am weak, then suffering has value. If betrayal teaches me who cannot be trusted, then betrayal has value. If fear sharpens caution, then fear has value. Nothing is meaningless unless I allow it to be. That is why I reject the way most people live. Kindness without leverage is self-sacrifice dressed as virtue. Morality without protection is decoration. Competence without power is fragility waiting to be crushed. The world does not reward goodness. It rewards utility, timing, pressure, and force. The naive call that cruelty. The intelligent call it structure. I am not heartless. I understand the heart very well. That is precisely why I do not let it lead me. In my last life, usefulness determined worth. When I ceased to be useful, everything I built became fragile. In this life, I will not repeat that mistake. I will not be powerless. I will not be ruled by panic.I will not let sentiment drag me back into helplessness. Emotion is a servant. Pain is a teacher. Control is survival. And in this life, survival will not be enough. I will rise." I thought with my eyes closed. The lit pipe in my right hand.
I opened my eyes and said calmly "Not in this life. I will definitely rise."
(Margaret Analee Ainsworth's POV)
"Tch…why can't he just be a normal brother. With normal habits and a normal mind…GRAAH, so frustrating." Said abigail grumbling under her breath with a pissed look on her face as she came into the room.
Margaret folded a cloth with both weed and tobacco in it and set aside next while asking with a confused look on her face "What is it now."
Abigail flinched slightly and looked at the bed next to hers and seen margaret in it and breathed a sigh of relief and said "Oh. It's just you."
The rook was silent.
"Who else would be in here besides me. Now what happened." Said margaret calmly with a roll of her eyes.
Abigail sat down on her bed and said while twiddling with her fingers and asked with creased eyebrows "Dose mordred hate me."
"No. He despises you, now tell me what happened or get out of my face. I have things to do and at this point your just delaying my afternoon smoke." Said margaret with a wave of her hand.
"Please hurry and leave. I have a customer on the way" Thought margaret while softly clicking her tongue.
Abigail hesitated slightly and said with a shakey voice "You see. I think I might've went to far but ok, I'll tell you, it all started…"
TIMESKIP: A couple minutes later.
"I see. Your just a emotionally weak person that is a big pacifist and needs to be coddled every few minutes." Said margaret with a amazed look on her face.
Abigail jumped up from the bed and said loudly with her chest out "I AM NOT."
"Yes you are, you wouldn't even let vladimir kill a roach if it came to it and would happily and magically release it off into the wild for it to be with it's family. You have always been like this and no one is asking you to change my dear but you need to harden up and woman up if you are to survive balls and scandal." Said margaret with squinted eyes full of experience.
Abigail clenched her fists and said with her head bowed "So even you have the same thinking as the rest of the family."
The room was silent.
"I use to be just like." Said margaret with a sudden gentle smile on her face.
Abigail suddenly looked back up and said with surprise "Really. You…"
"Oh yes. Innocent, beautiful, out going an woman that speaks her mind until it hit me slapped by my mother. I miss her dearly till this day and she wasn't a woman of many words but you wanna know what she when she died." Said margaret with a gentle smile on her face as she look down at her hands.
Abigail swallowed her spit and said stuttering with a serious look on her face "W…what was it."
The room was silent for a moment. The atmosphere tense.
"She said analee, the world may be a place of good and evil but you must remember that to live is to suffer, to survive is to find some meaning in the suffering." Saud margaret softly with her head down at her wrinkled fingers.
Abigail was silent, her clenched fists visibly loosening as she said softly "I will remember this. I need some fresh air."
Abigail started quickly leaving the room with a complicated look on her face. Her eyes full of thoughts.
*Boom*
"That was a lie. I despised my mother, she was a whore and I couldn't stand her. I even celebrated when she died and took a shit on her grave" Thought margaret with a chuckle as she grabbed the cloth and continued with what she was doing.
The room going absolutely silent with the sound of shuffling hands.
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THE END…