Lucy Reborn - 41 Nameday

Lucy spent a boring 5 minutes watching her older siblings fidget. It’s amazing how calm they are. Bella’s little brother would have screamed his head off if he had to wait like this. Finally! Lucy leans forward when the double doors open. Carlos waves them in.

The dining hall was full of people. Perfume, wax, and grease hung in the air making Lucy’s nose scrunch. Yuch! Hundreds of eyes settled on her, making Lucy freeze. Selena just picks her up without pausing. Selena takes Lucy to the dais where Papa, Mommy, and several stood. Setting her there,  Selena abandons her to occupy a corner away from the dais. Lucy stares at the silent crowd. I thought I just had to greet the imperial Princes, and Dukes. What is this? I’m on display!

“Third Daughter,” Papa says, his voice amused. Lucy jolts, and quickly turns to him, dipping a curtsy. “This Daughter greets Royal Father,”  Lucy says, breathless. Despite the heavy dress, and fucking 10 lbs of jewels she felt naked under the crowds’ gaze.

Papa nods, holding a hand out. Lucy paces herself to take his hand. Dainty steps. Dainty steps. Dainty steps. Lucy grips his hand so tightly, her knuckles turn white. “The second year of Third Imperial Miss Jing’s life has passed. Today we celebrate her growth and good health.” Princess Jing says. “It’s an honor to see her turn from babe to child”

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Papa guides her to stand away from the crowd and gently unbinds her hair. “Rimes Shaya Lucinda. Third Imperial Miss Jing. Miss Rimes of the First House of Rimes Clan. My Third Daughter has crossed the midday hour of her birth,” Papa says slowly as he brushes her hair out, then braids two silver bells into her hair. “I gift her a Year bell because of my joy. Given in celebration, and honor of her life” Papa says.

“Witness,” Princess Jing says. “WITNESSED” Lucy jumps as the thundering reply sounds. Papa gently turns Lucy to face the crowd again. It settled into silence again. As if the sound was phantom. Lucy blinks when Imperial Grandmother claps her hands. “On Our Behalf, I gift my Imperial granddaughter this token. ” She says, with a smile. Three maids step onto the dais, carrying a tray holding a huge golden chalice inlaid with sparkly gems. It was bigger than Lucy’s entire head. However, what made Lucy stare at it was the energy coming off it. It’s so rich like the scent of fresh chocolate cookies.

Warm tingly power like Big Sis Quing’s magic, and playful caresses like Papa’s magic. Red, and Yellow energy sparkles dance in her second sight. The maids stop in front of Lucy, offering the tray to her.

Lucy curtsies deeply to her grandparents. “This granddaughter thanks Imperial Grandmother, and Imperial Grandfather.” Lucy says. Not that the Emperor seemed to care, nodding absently at her. “Rise, Imperial Granddaughter,” Imperial Grandmother says. “Pick up your chalice” Lucy reaches hesitatly. Don’t drop it. Don’t drop it. Bracing her self, Lucy lifts, and immediately totters over. Is it hollow? Lucy huffs as Papa catches her. “Thank you, Papa.” Lucy says, her eyes widen, staring at the chalice.

It was now perfectly sized for a toddler. Lucy gently touches it, a sharp pain comming from her finger. Damn it. A gem is jagged Lucy hides her wince, sweetly thanking Imperial Grandmother again. Not noticing the gleam on the chalice as her blood disappears. Whispers run through the crowd. Curious, Lucy cracks her shields to listen as Princess Jing, and Papa’s secondary wife, Madam Jing give her gifts. {Empress Kaili sure does favor her son’s children. That’s a maagic artifact. She would never even consider giving something so precious to Imperial Prince Ping’s children} ….{Re}…..{Lady…..}……..{She}………{Imperial Prince Jing papa?}….{NO!}…. {Lord Worth wouldn’t}……{Last for}……….{So I……}……… {Pretty little thing}.. ……{Mother’s blood ruined her} ……[{Wish my Grandmother…..} Lucy slams her shields up. Bad. Bad idea. Bad, bad, bad, bad idea. Lucy supresses her shudder, unable to stop shivering.

Much worse than when she accidentally broke her shields trying to peek at what Caleb Donth thought of her in middle school.  Every thought was sharp with magic. Lacking the innate softness of people without magic. Lucy forces herself to focus to accept a locket from Lady Isabelle, Big Sis Lena’s mother. Her eyes almost cross looking at all the people on the Dais. Do I have to receive a gift from each of them?