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[ambayee]

Fall of The Revolution

Chapter 2.

Previous chapter:

- [Chapter 1: https://www.tumblr.com/ambayee/783565515058790400/fall-of-the-revolution-chapter-1-your

She quickly straightened out her outfit before opening the door to her room, out stood her mother standing in the front with maidens behind her with what seemed like a…wedding gown?

“There you are, I’ve been looking all around for you!” Her mom slammed her hand down on her naked shoulders. “Don’t you dare run off like that again! And where were you? No one could find you! Were you hanging out with that peasant again?” The questioned overwhelmed Zynara, she tried to step away but her mother wanted answers. She watches the maid walked in her room without a word and started stripping her.

“Hey, Hey!” She pushed them back aggressively. “I didn’t allow you to strip me!” Her voice echoed through the room.

“They don’t need your permission, I ordered them to.” Her mother told her, now the maid was trying to hold her still. “You’ve reached the age for marriage, Zynara. The sooner you get married the sooner our family legacy could get carried on.”

“What?” Her face twisted in grimaces at what she’s hearing now. Marriage? She was only fifteen for gods sake!

“We both know you’re not stupid to piece the puzzle together.” She was seriously gonna get married off out of her will? Have babies? She’s still a kids! And nobody have even concoule her about this as well.

The corset falled off her torso, exposing her bare breasts in front of everyone. “Stop!” She tried to squirm away but the only caused a slap across her face.

“You’re a kid, you don’t understand anything. You know how much people wanted to be in your position but couldn’t?” She shouted in her face. “This is every princesses duty and everyone expect complete submission and cooperation from you.”

This wasn’t the first time she had gotten slapped in the face, let alone some beating she’d probably get after this. As the maid untied her gown, she ripped her arm from their grasps so forcefully it caused them to tumble to the ground. “I’m not going to bear children’s when I’m a child!” She picked up a scissor from desk, spreading the blades open and settled her long, beautiful red hair in between the blades. Long hair is represented as purity and beauty in her culture, it was one of the many things her mother loves the most.

Her heart dropped in fear but she’s joking, right? Just a way to scare her. She stood up tall with her chin pointed up slightly as she slowly close the blades, pieces of hair falled off.

Her mother gave her assistant a look that says it all. “Got get number fourty-nine.” Vaelis’s mother’s number.

“No!” Zynara immediately dropped the scissor, the sharp blade tears opened a small lining of the dress before falling to the ground with a thud. Angry tears formed in her eyes and the cruel words stucked in her throat like a swallowing pins but she have to keep strong, to not seem weak in front of anyone.

“That’s what I thought.” Her mother snarled and slowly approach her, brushing her palm against her face but Zynara squirmed away from her touch. She doesn’t like it when someone touches her other than Vaelis, his touch is meaningful and genuine while everyone else’s were fake, just trying to get her to behave. “Oh, don’t frown.” She patted her head but she squirmed away again. “Zynara. I am your mother, stop rejecting my affection.”

She looked at her face with coldness in her eyes. “I don’t like being touched.”

“Fine, we’d just save that touch for your husband.” She backed away from her, taking in her features. “Gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous. The prince marrying you have to pay a big amount for a perfection like you, but we have to get you some therapy.”

“Whatever.” She scoffed, her arms crossed on her chest to hide as much as possible. All she could think about right now is Vaelis. As much as she hates to believe this, she thinks she’s slowly falling for him. Whenever she thinks of her worst nightmare, marriage, she considers it a trap for women as they get buried with responsibilities like house work, childrens, and taking care of their husband. It seems like a never-ending cycle they could never break but when it comes to thinking of being with him, it’s different. He seems like the type to let her do what she wants, wear what she wants, and even take care of the children and housework. What would Vaelis do if he saw her this weak and helpless?

Her mother snapped her finger to the maids to make her try the wedding dress on, to see which one fits her the most. This time, she cooperated not because she wants to, but because she doesn’t want her action to affect his life at any means.

[ambayee]

Fall of The Revolution

Chapter 1.

“Your highness,” The boy, around seventeen years old, bowed his head slightly with his hand extended out with a fresh lotus he just fished out from the pond. His dirty, wet boots marked a trail on the marble floor behind him.

The girl laughed and picked up the sword from the ground. “I don’t want flowers.” She pointed the sword tip toward the bright sun. “I want to conquer the sun and earth to make it all mine. To create a world of equality so no one would feel excluded.”

“And I will conquer the moon! That way, we both can be queens and kings!” He smiled.

Before the girl could reply, someone from the castle called out loudly for her. “Zynana! Zynana, get back here!” A woman yelled under the shade of the castle.

Zynara dropped the sword and headed toward the woman without looking back. “Yes, mother?”

The woman brushed Zynara’s dress. “How many times have I told you to stop hanging out with that peasant?” She scowled angrily as she dragged her inside. “They carry diseases and god knows the influence they have on one of us affluent citizens.”

“But mother, he is different, I promise!” Zynara whined, “He is my only friend here!”

“What about all those kids from the other royal families? They’re a better influence than him.” The woman replied.

“They’re all entitled and spoiled brats! They’re always trying to bring me down and make me feel stupid. I simply can’t accept such disrespectful and boring people as my friends!” She argues back.

The woman abruptly stopped walking and roughly spun her around to face her. With an angry expression, she said, "You are a princess and a daughter. Your duty in life as a princess is to be the heir of this bloodline and your duty as a woman is to serve your husband and bear children.”

“And I don’t want to follow those duties just because of some expectations! I want to fight, invent, and protect the nation. Not whatever hellish idea you just told me!” Zynara snapped back.

“You don’t know what you want; you’re fifteen!” The woman yelled. “And what is this? This–this fighting? You are not a man; you are a woman so act like it!”

“I’d rather die than to follow what society sets for me!” She yelled back before running off.

The woman stood there in both shock and anger. “The audacity that child has.” She thought to herself. “Must’ve been that peasant’s fault.”

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Zynara slammed the door behind her, creating a loud THUD that echoed through the entire room and hallway; every servant walking in that jumped at the impact. She was known for her extraordinary strength, which would’ve been a good thing if she wasn’t a female. No man would want a woman who’s stronger than him, every adult in her life told her. It’s not like she ever wanted to get married anyway so why should it bother her so much?

As she sat there on her bed, talking to herself and picking at her skin on her arm without even acknowledging the pain. Underneath the makeup, there’s ugly scars from her habits of picking at her skin until she dug deep into it. Typically, this would leave a scar but she was different. She was always different compared to the rest; maybe that’s why she’s so precious to everyone. Her wounds could regenerate into brand new skin tissues within a few hours, depending on how deep the wound is and it’s not like she just got this powerful magic now. She has had it since she was a child and as she grew, the healing process quickened significantly. Not to mention her powerful strength, intelligence, and beauty. She has fair skin, beautiful maroon straight long hair that ends at her hips, her magnetic ruby eyes that glimmer under the light, and her small, thin hourglass figure.

What sounds like every parent's dream to be blessed with a beautiful and intelligent daughter has its downsides. To put it simply, she’s rebellious against traditional expectations and is mentally... unwell. Her breakdowns were a constant problem to her parents and staff, where she shut down completely and didn't eat or talk, just hyper fixating on one thing to keep her bipolar from acting up. One of her coping mechanisms were building things like guns, dangerous devices, or even inventing some genius things by experimenting with dangerous bacteria she would capture when she would sneak out with Vaelis.

This time it’s not different. She sat in her secret lab, which used to be her closet but was lamorated into an experiment bunk. Nobody knows where it was located other than her and Vaelis. Her heart is full of anger as she works with a bunch of different chemicals and parasites while mumbling to herself.

“Pst! Zy!” A voice called out quietly from the vent.

She looked up with a smile knowing who it was. “Get down here before you break the ventilation!” She giggled to herself as she watched Vaelis jump down from the open vent.

Once he balanced on his feets, she quickly rushed up to him with a glass box of parasites in them. “If I add five millimeters of chlorine into bacteria number three, the microorganism could duplicate itself from just two to a hundred! You know what that means?”

“Uhh… fill me up here; I’m not as smart as you.” He smiled awkwardly.

“It turns into a sort of parasite and sends out electric shocks that could kill a toad and as the microorganism grows larger in quantity, the electric wave becomes more powerful as well! That means if I create a bullet where chlorine would be shot in the still-growing parasites, I can create a powerful electric gun but not a taser, because this type of shock can kill!” She picked up a bullet from her desk that is specifically designed for this type of trigger. “I think I got just the one.”

“Great! So you’re telling me to catch more small mammals for testing?” His eyes followed her as she paced around the room to find the gun and sipped on the glass of sparkling water he found on the table, which was the water she was drinking a few minutes ago.

“Nope, we’re not testing on a small mammal this time.” She pulled out a gun she made herself and loaded it with just one bullet. “Let’s test it on something bigger, like a deer, perhaps?” Her best impression of puppy dogs eyes on him.

“What?” He choked on his water. “A deer?! Your majesty, are you really telling me to capture a deer? You know how fast and sensitive they are?”

"Ugh, save me the fancy titles.” She rolled his eyes at him , referring to her as ‘your majesty’. “I'm no different from you, just born into this stupid family.”

He punched his chests a few times before smirking. “Oh yeah?” His voice is playful. “You’re very down to earth, princess. If I were a pretty, well-educated, rich, and humorous person I would’ve been so full of myself.” He leaned against the wall observing her rolling her eyes at his over-dramatic compliments.

“Try being in my shoes, bigfoot.” She punched him in the shoulder before fixating back to the desk to build one of her many creative creations. Guns, hoverboards that manipulate gravity, creating many different sorts of organisms, etc. Something so complex for even a college student seems so easy under her hand.

Vaelis silently watches her manhandle such sophisticated things, his eyes full of admiration and love for her she doesn’t even know. He slowly creeped up to her, his hand resting on her shoulder. “So…what did your mom say about me again?”

Her grasp on the bomb she was working on tightened in anger which caused the triggered to activate. “Typical lecture on how I was born to serve men.” She growled through her clenched teeth, the very subtle feeling of the chemicals in the bomb clicked in her palm. Their life and everyone else’s life within ten miles now depends on her. “It’s so unfair. You don’t know how many geniuses that would’ve changed the world with their invention but weren't able to because they were cursed with being born a woman?”

His eyes followed from her the anger in her eyes to the bomb. “So you have to break the cycle.” He watches her snap out of her anger. “I know you can do it. I mean, just look at these inventions you made literally with just some knowledge from your science and biology class you take once a week.” He slowly took the bomb from her hand and turned off the trigger before it explodes.

“How’d you know…” When she saw him deactivating the bomb, she leaned back onto her chair with a small snarky grin on her face. “You’re not as dumb as you say you are.”

“Compared to you, I’m nothing.” He smiled softly at her and settled the explosive down. “Plus, I am the one who gathers these materials and watches you build and test them. So I think I deserve credit for a little more knowledge.”

She snarled sarcastically at his statement and went back to focusing on the gun.

While she focused on that, he noticed a beautiful building made out of what seems like clay near her, he caressed his finger against an architectural building she made with wood and clay. It was minimalist but beautiful, simple but detailed. “You’ve never failed to surprise me with your skills.” His smile grew wider in fascination when he realized inside wasn’t just empty spaces but also involved with tiny furniture like the one people have in their typical apartment. “And what could this be?”

Not even looking up from what she’s working on, she answered him casually. “Meh, just something I want to experiment with. Just bored of doing mechanical things so I want to do something like architecture, you know?”

He chuckled. “And you know you’re so abnormal compared to other royals. You talk like a commoner.” He sat down beside her, their shoulders glazed against each other while he admire how she handled the gun with elegant.

“I’m royal by blood but a kid by soul.” She finally turned toward him, their faces just inches away from each other. With a little smirk, she asked him. “Why do you keep looking at me like…that, Vae?”

“What do you mean?” He asked without moving a muscle.

“You know the puppy dog eyes people make when they want something? Spit it out, what do you want?” She sat up straight, her chin lifted slightly up to appear as dominant as possible.

“I want you” was supposed to be his answer but what came out his mouth was, “I just wanted you to teach me but I’m just shy you’d mistaken me as stupid.”

She loosened up when he said that. “I’m not an excellent teacher so I don’t think I could. Just follow my lead!”

“Okay…” He forced a disappointing smile.

She could’ve swore he looked even more handsome than usual during that moment, his eyes tried to communicate with her while her eyes darted between his thick full lips and his deep brown eyes. Were he always this handsome? Ran through her head. His dark brown skin that defined his semi-muscular built so perfectly, the way some of his locs fall down the right side of his face while the rest is tied back, his thick set of eyebrows and eyelashes, the way his hand is as big as her face, his flat nose, but the most admirable part of him, his eyes, lips and hand. The way his brown eyes looked into hers tells a story he wanted to say but never have to courage to, his lips says just the right thing at the right moment with his smoothing voice. Whenever he speaks, it feels like melody in her ears. His words was well-thought, educated, comforting, and gets straight to the point. She never have to guess or overthink whenever she’s around him, never got to or have to twist his words. And his hands was always so gentle on her, like she’s fragile as a bomb, a flower, an muse. Though she isn’t exactly sure whether it was because she was a royal or just her in general, she saw her manhandle many things roughly even if it is as fragile like glass.

“Zynara! Zynara where are you!” They both jumped away from whatever the spell they were under at the sound of her mother screaming for her.

“Shit.” She cursed and quickly got up to fix her dress that was now stained with a tint of grease and oil. “No, no, no! This is my favorite gown!”

“Easy there, princess.” He stepped in per usual to save her. He poured amino acid on a cotton and wiped it on the stain, with some smudges, the stain came off like it way never there. After a quick examination of her from head to toe, he nods. “You’re perfect to go.”

She let out a sigh of relief when the stain came off. “Thank you, Vae.” She gave him a quick peck on the cheek, almost falling over her heels by tip-toeing since he was almost a foot taller than her. “See you later, or not. I don’t know I don’t have a schedule up my ass all the time.” And just like that, she’s gone and he stood there trying to process what just happened.

“Woah…” His hands touched where she had kissed him, his left cheek. “Welp, looks like I’m now washing this cheek ever again.” He laughed to himself in hopes to calm his beating hearts down. A princess, the person he had the biggest crush on had kissed him on the cheeks just because he had some cleaner knowledge? It’s just a friendly kiss. Don’t overthink it.

His attention shifted to the leftover tools on the table that just have the perfect amount to make a gun, her most favorite things in the world for some reason. After a quick planning he sat down with paint that contained the colors of pink, purple, and cyan, and got to work.