372 Sisterhood- Part 3
"I am aware of it," agreed Madeline.
"But the way people took care and loved you, I don't think I ever was able to get it," there was a certain sadness in her voice as she said this, "You didn't see it, but I noticed the look in everyone's eyes, you were the child who was looked after with extra care. I am not jealous of it. I an, it just made push myself harder to make others notice and stand out. Grandma and grandpa, Aunt Mary, Uncle Joaquin...I saw the difference. Sotis even our parents."
At this, Madeline pressed her lips. The reason why they kept a closer watch on her was because she was soone who could kill people out of the blue. How was she supposed to tell Beth that it wasn't out of love and care but because she was different?
"There is a reason for it, Beth. And maybe I cannot tell it to you right now what it is, but please believe and consider yourself to be fortunate," said Madeline with a small smile on her lips, "People have loved you more than they have loved . You are Elizabeth Harris, the daughter of the Harris' family, while I have been Madeline, sister of beautiful Elizabeth."
Beth slowly turned to face Madeline, "And you never felt jealous…" It wasn't a question but a statent that Beth acknowledged to herself.
Beth knew it. After all, she was the person who had spent most ti with Madeline as they grew up next to each other. Madeline had never asked for anything, nor did she ever question at her actions. Madeline had always been kind to her, and sowhere it angered her in the past. Even when the King had chosen Madeline, which she now was glad that he hadn't chosen her because she doubted she would be able to survive more than a day with him, Beth had been furious at Madeline for many reasons. The emotion of envy had shadowed all the other feelings she had felt.
"Why didn't you ever feel like that?" questioned Beth.
Madeline shrugged her shoulders, "I don't know. I think I didn't mind any of your actions."
Beth didn't comnt on it and looked back straight again at the snow, "People have always looked at us differently. People have loved you for who you are, but when it ca to , it was always the outward appearance," there was a hint of sorrow in Beth's voice. "There have been tis when I wanted people to look past my appearance. It doesn't make just them, but it also makes you feel hollow when they look at you like that. But part of was also happy that I could make use of it to get things."
Madeline sat quietly listening to what and how her sister Beth felt, sothing that they had failed to address, "There are many people who care for you, Beth."
"Maybe in ti, you will co to learn, to love things like others who will co to love you for who you are and not by how you look. Little by little," added Madeline.
"Hm," responded Beth. Her eyes had a distant look in them. Madeline didn't notice it, but Beth had seen the way Markus gave looks at Madeline.
The insecurity that she felt in the corner of her heart often tried to creep out, reminding her how insignificant she was in others eyes. And it was sothing laughable, but it was true, that Beth sought validation from others. Since the last few days, she had kept herself away from people while going through her past actions.
The hardest thing to do was to accept one's own fault, and to a person like Beth, it was the most difficult thing to do. The fear in her heart continued to linger on what the King was capable of, and at the sa ti, she knew how true the words that Madeline had told her when it ca to her neck being saved. And the hardest was to look back at the mistakes she had made. One fault appeared out after another, and Beth had to stop looking at herself else she knew she would break down.
Even though she was one of the most beautiful girls in the village of East Carswell and in the nearby towns and the villages, it was still not enough. She had hoped for Markus to fall in love with her, but his eyes had shifted to Madeline.
Madeline didn't question Beth further, and she concluded that her sister was looking to have so ti for herself. Getting up from there, Madeline said, "People are right here with you, Beth. I am still here with you."
Beth turned her head in the direction where Madeline was. Before her sister left, Beth called, "Maddie?"
"Yes?" Madeline wondered what Beth wanted to say.
"I need to buy shoes for the wedding. Will you co accompany ?" asked Beth. Madeline knew how prideful Beth was, and it took a lot of effort on Beth's side where she was trying to save her face. "It's okay if you're busy," added Beth.
Madeline gave her a nod, "I need to go get sothing from the house." She had ant to go visit, but she hadn't found the ti before, "Let's grab the coats, and we'll leave."
But before they left, Beth said, "I am sorry for what happened, and what I said." Madeline noticed how clear her sister's eyes were.
She offered Beth a bright smile, "What's happened is in the past."
When Madeline and Beth made their way out of the castle, they first went to get Madeline's belongings from their house, placing it in the carriage before they made their way to another village where Beth had seen the shoes before.
A few days ago, Markus had promised Beth with the shoes, which was why she had not made an effort to get a pair for the wedding. If Madeline had not co to speak to Beth, there was a high possibility that Beth would have worn the dull worn-out shoes that she wore now.
Madeline waited for Beth to buy her shoes, and once they were done, they stepped out of the shop. "Is there sothing else that you need?"
Beth, who was ready to open her mouth to speak, closed it imdiately. The guilt in her heart hadn't reduced, and it continued to weigh on her mind. She shook her head, "No, that is all. Is there sothing you need to buy?"
"It's been a while since I last visited the church."
Both the girls left the store and the carriage where it was, to make their way to the church of the village. On their way, Beth, who was walking next to Madeline, caught sight of a woman who was walking on the other side of the street, and she internally frowned.
It felt like she had seen the woman before, but Beth was unable to point her finger on where. To make it more suspicious, when her eyes t the woman's, the woman quickly took another street and disappeared from her sight.
"Do we know a woman who has brown wavy hair and hazel eyes?" questioned Beth.
"There are so many of them. Whom are you speaking about?" asked Madeline before she followed Beth's line of sight. "It felt like I saw soone whom I know," whispered Beth before shaking her head and they finally reached the old church, that was as old as the village itself.
As they entered the church, Madeline heard the bells of the church ring loudly before it stopped. Because of the ti of Winter were the sky was cloudy, light couldn't get in through the multicoloured windows. But the church continued to hold light without letting the atmosphere turn dark as there were also several candles that were lit in the front.
Beth had moved forward while Madeline's footsteps slowed down on seeing the High House mber who wore a black cassock, speaking to one of the couples of the village. Madeline rembered, apart from being part of the High House, he was also a High standing priest.
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