The Dark Halo

A Light Path

Anya sat on her bed. The white drapes covering her windows swished and swooshed as the wind blew through her white-framed windows. Her curly orange sapphire hair blew in the wind as it came through her windows. “What a beautiful evening it is,” Anya said to herself.

A knock came on her door.

“Come in,” she said.

“Hi, sweetheart.” It was Father. “I brought your favorite food!” He smiled. Father held a silver tray. He gently placed it at the end of her bed. A long trout was on the plate. The remaining space on it was decorated with light pink shrimp.

“An appetizer,” he said. “Thank you, Father,” Anya said.

“Are you ready for dinner?” Father asked. “We will have Antoine’s family over tonight.” He added. “But Father! You must understand! Antoine is not my love. I will find a true lover one day. One who will supply me with love and happiness. But I know, Antoine will never be capable of supplying me with any of that.” Anya argued. “Darling, you are the princess of the Sun Tribe. You were born in the Royal Sun Family. You can’t go and marry whoever you’d like.” Father explained. “You will marry Antoine. He has a wealthy family, and he will care for you.” Father narrowed his eyes. “I refuse!” Anya cried. “I hate Antoine!” She added.