No moon, No stars

The day I turn 17, I was placed inside the red grand carriage and send off without any goodbyes. On my wedding night, I was left alone in bed waiting in complete silence. There was no celebration_no laughter-no smile-no tears. It was just another day- like any other day.

All through the night, the groom didn't came to the bride suite to lift the red veil from my head. I knew the cruelty of the man when I heard moaning of a woman.Through the thin walls, I could hear everything. When the moaning get louder, I understood it had been intentional. I was treated as a joke - nothing more.

How could I care about something that was never mine?

Even as the sound got louder and the thin wall were shaking, I calmly remove the veil to see that I was in a room no different than my own in the Marquess' estate.

I went to the small vanity table at the corner of the room and begin to remove the heavy crown and jewels from my head. They say a woman is a most beautiful on her wedding night, but in the mirror's reflection, all I saw was a ghost - skin so white and pale. My lip were just as pale when I remove the red stain.

Even through it was spring, my skin, hand and blood were cold. My mind grew empty while the moaning continues pound against the thin walls. Once I cleaned my face and remove the heavy crimson red bridal gown, I went to the window, further away from the bed - from the pounding wall.

There was no moon... no stars in the sky.

I sat in a small wooden chair leaning out on the open window sill to look up at the dark night sky. There was no wind - no sound of cricket and frogs. That night, I slept leaning against the window sill.

No desires, no hopes, or dreams - just the reality that I am once again, alone.