time long forgotten, there had been a kingdom. A kingdom where
the royal prosper and the peasants live like sewers rats. A young
lass, known by the name of Charlotte was the daughter of one of
these wealthy aristocrats. She was born in luxury and was as
beautiful as the sunset horizon. Charlotte had many a men
crawling at her feet, but she felt none for any of them. One day
in the drafty castle, she walked the spacious halls in a fleece
veil to shade her from the chill. There he was, a man of high
reverence in the royal castle. He was not bound to her by kin but
was the young son of a friend to the king.
was a motley man, tall and far from pale. His name was Cain. He
turned to Charlotte and right then; Charlotte became entranced by
his figure. She was astounded that a man like this exists.
Compared to all the squatters she had gotten, she felt warm
looking at this man. "Are you lost, madam?" he questioned.
"N-No. I am not. What is it you are doing out here so long into
dusk?" Charlotte was curious. No, more over she just wanted to
speak to him. "Me? Well I was just looking at the moon."
Charlotte walked over to him to gaze out the window and see the
shining moan casting its lustrous glow upon the earth. "It's
it is. But…Not as beautiful as you Charlotte"
Months have gone by now. Charlotte developed a great affection
for Cain. He was kind to her, protected her, and sheltered her.
There wasn't a time Cain wasn't with Charlotte. Charlotte was
extremely happy, she was in Heaven. But…Too much of heaven can
bring you underground. Charlotte had seen him, eloping with
another woman. She was devastated. Her just came crashing down so
fast, all the happiness and joy was ripped straight from her
heart and torn from her body. She became like a hollow carcass,
empty, devoid of emotion and always alone.
Charlotte was lying in her bed, salted with tears of past and
present. She was saddened, alone and cold…She didn't want to
trust men anymore. She came to that solution. That every man is a
liar, a betrayer and a luster. At that time, someone had knocked
on her door. "Why would someone be here at this hour?" she
thought. She got up, wiped her tears and clicked the door knob.
There was an eccentric smiling man; he was of the same height as
Charlotte, burning red hair and in casual clothing. "Greetings!"
he joyously said. "…What do you want?"
heard there was a lass here so I decided to explore for myself,
but it seems I had gotten myself lost in this labyrinth of a
castle." What is with this man Charlotte thought? Why is he happy
he got lost? Why is he looking for me? He's probably…Like
That's right my name is Allen. Your name, what is it?" Allen huh?
"My name is Charlotte." "Charlotte? What a nice name indeed. Well
then Charlotte, we should go out of the castle sometime into the
herald square." What is with him?! "I do not associate myself
with the poor; I do not need to sully my name and my family. And
you, Allen, what do you want from me? My luxury? My virgin body?
My home? My life!?" Allen stood there with a shocked face, that
she would say these things. He had heard rumors, which she began
to show great disdain towards men. He hadn't known why but he was
beyond curious now. "Charlotte, why you ask? I could care less
about money, your body is your own and you give it when you are
ready to do so, your home is yours I seek not to reap it from you
and your life…Your life is yours, I will not steal it or destroy
it but rather…" Allen paused. He seemed to be looking for the
"What is it? Speak!" she demanded. "Well…As for your life, I want
to be with you." His words were weak but were strong to her mind.
Be…With me? He's definitely after something, I can't trust him!
He'll act all nice and kind but…Really…He'll be like…
"H-Hey what's wrong? Your crying, d-did I upset you?" He said
worried. Tears were swimming down Charlotte's cheeks. "Why…I
never cried when I thought of him…Why, why am I crying? It…Won't
stop." Charlotte shut her and eyes and felt a warm tight embrace,
she opened them to see Allen was hugging her, she wanted to push
him away but her tears stopped her. "I don't know if I upset you
or someone else did, I apologize. Please, do not cry. Your face
is too beautiful for that." She stood up much to Allen's
surprise. "Stop it! I know you just want me for my beauty; all
men are lecherous this way! Go away!"
stood there, unfazed by her words. She had figured by saying this
he would have gone, but he didn't. "Charlotte. You can be mean to
me, but I will never go away. I want to be with you and more
importantly, you to be with me."
"You'll just use me!" she screamed. "No, I won't use you, if
anything we will use each other, together."
She was stunned to hear these words. "Charlotte, I believe that
behind every spice is sugar. Like you, despite your appearance
you show to other men I believe there is someone softer and
kinder. But I'm willing to be with the spice and the sugar.
Charlotte…I would like a cup of your sugar."
a new form of tears, salt less non bitter tears. They were tears
of happiness, tears of glee. She burst out in a crying explosion
not able to contain her emotions any longer. "Allen…I would be
glad…To give you a cup of my sugar." She smiled profusely as she
uttered this thinking she would never say this ever before and
embraced Allen in a warm hug, knowing this hug is more binding
then any ceremonial wedding ring.