Pheonix Rising

Chapter one

Pheonix Pov-

My Fork clattered to my plate as What My Father said Registered in my head, His best Friend, and now the Man I was going to be forced to marry, sat there with a smug look on his Face. I stared at My father as A million thoughts went through my head at once.

His Friend, a Man old enough to be my OWN FATHER- Had Dark Hair and Eyes that had a Predatory Glint in them. I had always hated the Man for his comments whenever I wore a outfit that wasn't of my own Choosing and instead the ones that My father picked. I hated it.

"I know this Seems Sudden Pheonix," My father said as he carefully Picked up his own Fork with a smile on his Face. He Didn't understand why I hated the man. He never would be able to. "But I trust that you'll be Safe with him, unlike any other of the men here." I would rather be with anyone else then him. I needed to go. Somewhere else. Somewhere they wouldn't be able to find me. I had to Leave.

I stood up abruptly, a hot anger growing inside of me. "And You didn't think to ask me if I was Okay with this?" I asked, my voice filled with hate at the vary IDEA of Marrying the Man my father called his best friend. The look in the man's eyes hardened at my reaction, as if He had thought that I wouldn't react like that. My father remained calm though.
"Now Pheonix, You need to understand that this is for your own good." Of Course He would say that. He always did. Ever since Mom died years ago he claimed everything he did for me was for my own good. He never let me do something of my Own choice other then the Occasional outfit. I hated it. Hated the Life I lived.

I didn't even realize when I left the room in utter Silence, not answering the man that was my father. I hated it. Hated not being able to choose my own life. I wanted Freedom. I wanted my Dream. My own Home, built by my own hands, and the ability to help. But I couldn't have it. I never could. Whenever I brought up the vary IDEA my father shot it down. He was a LORD for goodness Sake! Why couldn't he just LISTEN to me for once? His own daughter?

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Because Woman aren't the same status that men are. I thought icily as I sat on my bed, in the Dress that I liked the most, a Simple blue one that had been hard to convince my father to get for me. I wanted it in purple, but he said that it was to expensive and that color was only for the royals. I hated it. I understood it was more expensive, but only for royalty? That got my blood boiling. Unfair. That's how it was.

I stared out my window at the Village, the place that soon I would have to leave because of marrying the one man I would rather die then marry. If only I could escape him and everything here. I didn't have many friends here, but the servant girl named Sarah who always helped me change into the fancier clothing. She understood me an-

"Miss Pheonix...? May I come in?" Speak of the woman and she shall appear. I stood up and walked to my door, opening it enough for her to slip in. "I heard what happened, are you okay?" She asked in a hushed Voice, as if Asking me this wasn't a good idea to do. And it wasn't, not if my father or one of the guards heard her.

I nodded Stiffly as I whispered Back to her. "Yeah, I'm okay. Just mad, I don't want to marry him." Sarah nodded in understanding before hesitating as I noticed she was holding something in her hands. A bag. Stuffed full with what looked to be food.

"I... Thought you might need this..." She mumbled as She handed it to me and I felt confused as I took it. One look into it I noticed a note that I took out and read, understanding dawning on my face along with Realization that there was something else that I could do other then Playing along with the marriage. But Sarah would have to stay here, and she knew it. I just wish she could come along.

"Thanks." I whispered quietly as she nodded and left the Room, leaving me by myself as I quickly grabbed my own bag, one that while it was old, it was usable and Would be able to hold what I needed it to.