CW: This goes into the Blaskovian royal family life, it has tons of child abuse, violence and ect]
[Every post is a joint post with Norgs, my warden.]
[2001]
“You disgusting, insolent child!” The elven mother dragged her small child behind her, occasionally looking back at her youngest with a look of hatred and disgust.
“B-but m-mama!”
“I am not your mother.” She said in a spiteful tone, forcing her to go down the basement stairs. A turn of a key and the basement door was locked.
The cold basement provided no warmth and barely any lighting save the single light bulb hanging from the ceiling. The basement had no windows, no furniture, just a frozen concrete floor. Esta is still in her pjs, not at all suited for the chill in the air. She wrapped her hands around herself trying to stay warm, staying near the door for what little heat slips through the cracks. Sitting on the stairs she waits until her dad comes home to let her out. An all too familiar repeating pattern to her, though sometimes dad forgets to check the basement and goes straight to bed. Leaving her in the basement overnight. She knows asking to be let out is worthless endeavor, no point in begging to mom who seemed to wish she would just freeze to death or just be rid of her.
Esta could however hear a muffled argument coming from outside the basement, as she was about to lean in further to hear the argument clearer the doors suddenly opened. Revealing a young teenage boy with similar white hair as her. Though with a bored look on his face as he walked down the stairs mumbling under his breath with his hands in his pockets. Her mother closed the door harshly behind him.
“Hi, sis.” He said giving a lazy wave as he sat down next to her.
“Hi.” She responds flatly, her teeth chattering in the cold.
He let out a sigh and put his arm around her, pulling her into him. Trying to keep her warm. He was wearing a sweater, being used to being sent here by now and prepared beforehand every time he had an argument with their mother.
She pulled close, her tiny frame easily covered by his larger arms. She rests her head against his chest. “Why?” She asked in a quiet tone, knowing mother’s rule to keep quiet while down in her second room.
“What do you mean? Why as in why is our mother a bitch?” He whispered while raising an eyebrow at his little sister.
“N-no, why are you down here?” Her body shivers in the cold. Speaking only in a quiet tone.
“Ah. Well I just confronted on her treatment of you.” He said scratching the back of his head nervously, not wanting to say that he was originally told to just go to his room. “Aaaand I might have told her that she’d be nothing if she didn’t marry our father….”
“You shouldn’t say that… It only makes her more mad a-and you shouldn’t curse.” She pulls her brother’s arm tightly around her.
He let out a sigh. “Fine… though only about the cursing part.”
She gave a pout, puffing out her cheeks as she did so. “Mama should be happy…”
“Nah.”
“Why not? Daddy says we should always keep mama happy. Then we won’t get punished.” She looks curiously at her older brother.
He simply looks down at the ground. “Papa is lying, Esta. He does that a lot, especially about mama.”
“Why’s that?”
“I don’t know… I don’t know. But I know mama doesn’t deserve happiness, she deserves to be hanged.” He gritted his teeth as he said that.
She gives a small shove. “D-don’t say that!” She said rather too loudly, her eyes dot towards the basement door.
Steps could be heard outside the door, the pair keeping silent for a couple of minutes until who they assumed was their mother stepped away from the door. Her brother let out a sigh and looked down at Esta. “Why not? What has our mother achieved in life other than being a pest and abuser to us?”
“W-well she makes us… Well most of us breakfast sometimes.” She looks up with her cold eyes.
He rolls his eyes. “You’re not there for breakfast, so it might surprise you it’s still the maid who makes it even when she says she made it herself.”
She stays quiet for a moment. “W-well she says she loves you, Torster and dad… She can’t be all bad.”
He uses a hand to signal to the room the two of them are currently in then raises an eyebrow towards her.
“W-well at least it’s not outside or the closet anymore. S-she’s improving right?” She gives a small plea to her big brother.
“No… she is not.” He let out a sigh and hugged his sister closer. “She only stopped using the closet because our dad complained about it.”
“Why hasn’t he comp-compla. That word you used about my new room?” She looks around the blank concrete walls that made up the basement.
He simply shrugged his shoulders and shook his head. “I don’t know, I rarely talk with dad. He only talks about preparing myself for the throne and that boring stuff. My guess is that he was going to use the closet for other stuff so our mother couldn’t use it anymore.”
“You think you can ask him about putting my bed down here? When I asked mama she got upset at me and called me spoiled.”
He let out a small chuckle. “Sure. Anything for my little sis.”
She gives a joyful clap and hugs Wilan tightly. “Thank you, thank you. I hate you the least, Wilan.”
“I hate you the least as well, Esta.” He said, placing a hand on her head patting it.