Chapter 19 : Ignis's Boat

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WARNING: THIS HAS EXPLICIT VIOLENCE. IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE IT, OR IF IT IS A TRIGGER. PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS. YOU CAN LOOK STRAIGHT TO THE BOTTOM OF THE PAGE TO READ THE PLAIN AND NOT EXPLICIT SUMMARY. THANK YOU!!!

Ignis was now sixteen heading on to seventeen, his life was held in surprise by the many onlookers that had watched him. His father having given him the chance to live thus far was not a commonality at the least, and the sick method of life here in Dautan made life all the harder.

Ignis had taken Sintha as his first wife, seeing as he knew her well enough and it was a mandatory course of action to wed before the age of seventeen by Dautan law. She was good enough for him, and that was all that mattered. He had bought a slave from the "storage" named Flikah to work for him instead of his wife. She was plain looking, most likely a Friesian with her dark hair and dark skin. She was maybe fifteen or so and didn't dare speak a word except "yes sir" or "yes ma-am". Sintha treated her too kindly in Ignis's eyes and he had to continually tell her off for trying to help her with cleaning and such.

Ignis's days were not at all filled with mindless duties expected of a prince, they were overflowing with the judgements of a court official, deciding whether or not a neighbor should be executed for killing his friend's kids or should he be paid with the same transaction.

It was at the end of a long day like this that Ignis walked down the last hallway to his chambers. Although the day was taken by more formal duties, his nights were his alone to think of ways to get across the ocean of death. He had spent years now thinking of ways to create a never ending cycle of supplies to be carried on a boat, with a crew large enough to man it, but of little maintenance.

He opened the door to his quarters to see his wife, clad in only a thin robe placing his dinner for him on his side of the table.

"Good evening Sintha."

"Good evening dear."

" Where is the girl?" Ignis asked as he sat down to eat his soup, meat soup of course as usual. "She is cleaning the bathroom again." Sintha said quietly. Ignis heard the a bucket of water being dumped and nodded. "Well then. How was your day?"

The couple talked mindlessly about their days, talking of the simple nature of the weather and the people, trading stories of ridiculous happenings and such.

Suddenly, midway through their meal, Flicka walked out of the bathroom with the bucket and mop and a few rags. Her hair was damp and Ignis noticed it when he saw her.

"Girl. What took you so long and why is your hair wet?"

Flikah went pale as she finally seemed to notice the couple, she moved her mouth but no sound came out from the terrified girl. Ignis seemed to grow impatient as he turned to her and said again, louder, "What the hell were you doing in their for so long?"

"I-I was cleaning sir..."

"Cleaning doesn't take that long."

"I-I fell sir. In-into the tub and got wet sir... I had to re-clean the tub and floor..." Flicka stopped and swallowed her lie was evident. Ignis seemed to grow red as he stood up and smacked her, hard, on the face. "You washed yourself didn't you!"

"Dear, don't let this ruin our dinner... sit back down please." Sintha said, pale as a sheet and shaking as she watched her husband grow into a blind rage. Ignis ignored her and said to the girl, grabbing her hair tightly, "I told you; you are not allowed to wash your filthy body in our house!" He swung her down to the floor and the girl yelped as blood came from her nose. Now Sintha was up and she ran in front of her husband, she moved her hands down and up his chest and said in an attempt to be seductive, "Come on now honey, I made the room romantic for us, why don't you let off that rage a more productive way?" But Ignis couldn't hear her, he suddenly saw that the girl had fallen on a stack of his papers. The papers he had spent years on creating immaculate drawings of his boat. The red stains from her blood and the water from her hair seeped through them and ruined them. Ignis felt his mind leave him and all he wanted to do was to hurt this girl. To hurt this source of damage. He rushed at her pushing his wife to the side and began to beat her, and didn't stop.

Not when his wife screamed at him to, not when the tears of the girl grew red with the blood on her face, not when the girl was shoved away, and replaced, by his wife. He was in a blind rage. And he didn't stop to hurt that source of damage until he heard silence.

He noticed after a while that the screams he was hearing were his alone and that the body of his wife was not answering anymore to his beatings. Flikah was gone and the room was unnaturally quiet.

Ignis looked at his hands as he stood up straight. They were bloody, with a mix of his and her blood. Her.

A yell from his throat came up loudly and painfully. He shook his wife and begged her to awake. He said a hundred times that he was sorry, begged her still body to forgive him. It was when he cradled her lifeless body that he saw what killed her. It was a piece of wood. Sticking out from the wall, sharp and deadly. It was used as a door stopper, and occasionally a self-defence dagger as it came from a poisonous wood. But he now saw how it punctured his wife's body. How it broke inside of her and killed her.

Then he saw the papers. He picked one up and saw the scribbles of writing on it. Suddenly suspicious as it did not fit his own hand he gazed at the others. Instead of the papers of his drawings they were spare parchments, and a few with writing. Sintha was learning how to write, he remembered with a pang that hit him harder than any blow he's ever received. Those were her papers. His were...

He looked towards the bedroom where the door was open, and he saw that on his desk, were all his papers, neet, tidy, not bloodied.

He did not sleep that night. 

SUMMARY: Ignis is sixteen, he married Sintha. He bought a slave instead of her to work, and her name is Flikah (yes she will be important). He comes home one night to see that she took a bath without his permission and gets mad, then he thinks that she ruined his papers of plans for the boat he wants to make when she falls on them and wets them with her hair. He beats her and then his wife pushes her out of the way to receive the blows instead. He accidentally kills her when he beats her into a door stopper on the wall. Then he realizes that the papers he thought were his were actually his wife's writing practice papers. Flikah has disappeared and he's kinda in shock.

Sooooo. What was that like eh? I literally was shaking writing this. I'm so sorry for the delay but this was really difficult to write and I needed to get past this. Let me know what it was like... Should I omit this kind of gore or does it suit the theme. On a brighter note... THERE WILL BE HOPE!!! Keep your eyes on Flikah she's important!! OKay love you all... take care and watch my Little pony or something to get your mind off this XD 

BTW -- really like Pumpkin pie.

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