Cêā h̄ỵing ~ [ B Rank Exam ]

If the wind in my sail on the sea stays behind me
One day I'll know, if I go there's just no telling how far I'll go
Pimwadee Chakri

Amethyst hued eyes stared back at the Asiatic female from her reflection, her lashes long and curled, her lids lined with black and gold eyeliner, shadowed with warm tones to deepen the eyes, her brows lined in a thin and pointed fashion. Her skin had been powered a shade light, then the bumps of her cheeks dusted with pink for blush. Her lips glossed with a rosy sheen. Her hair was adorned with gold clips, with tassels of gemstones, and bejewelled brace around her neck. It was all so beautiful. For the first time in her life she looked like a princess, it was quite a natural look on the girl and yet it still felt so...unlike her.

Was this what the life of the simple farm girl had become? From trudging knee-deep in the thick sludge of a swamped rice field to have her skin lightened by make-up artists and wearing so much jewellery that her head felt twice as heavy. She would wonder if this was the true purpose of the 'brace-style' necklace, to stop her neck from giving under the weight of it all. It was just so much of a change for the twenty-one-year-old. Ever since her Elder sister, Nittha had caught the eye of Prince Sukrit. Her life had been turned upside down, and now Pimwadee had been pulled into a word entirely unfamiliar to her. It was clear to Pim that her sister was born for the lifestyle ahead of her, she had fully embraced the wealth and fame. She had always carried herself with grace and elegance, never one for the grind of farm-life. She had always aspired for more, not like her young sibling Pimwadee. Who was quite content with her lifestyle, an advocate for the peaceful simplicity that their life was.

"Pimwadee, mahnee leuw leuw!" The sound of her mothers loud barking calling her from down the hallway of the palace. The sound of her sandals slapping against the cool marble as she marched into the room. Her mother entered the room swiftly, her hawk-like gaze scanning the room for her youngest daughter. As she saw her, her shoulders sank as she began ger usual tangent. Telling her to hurry up because the wedding was going to start soon, brushing away the assistants who had been fixing Pim up. She would smile as her mother took a cloth and patted her face softly with it. A means to ease off some of the excess powder, making her look a little more like her natural colour. Her mother stepped away, grabbing her daughters chin, she turned her face side to side before throwing her a wink. "Suwei mahk mahk." She said, before pulling the chair back suddenly.

"Bah, leuw leuw!" She barked again before turning away, Pim pushed herself out of the chair. Brushing her fingers down the line of her gown, she was wearing a traditional Lhukian dress. Silks wrapped around her body elegantly wound around her bust and waist. Beautiful jewellery trailing along the hems of her clothes, reflecting the exquisite detailing of the dress in the most complimentary way. It had to be one of the most amazing dresses she had ever been blessed to wear. This was at least a change she enjoyed, Pimwadee had quite an eye for fashion, so getting to enjoy such lovely clothes was perhaps the one thing she had been looking forward to. That and her sister's happiness.

Following her mother out of the room, still wearing an amused grin. At least that was something that hadn't changed, her mother was bossy beyond compared, unphased by civility, loud and imposing. She was the same as she'd always been. Neither her husband's career success nor her daughter marrying royalty had changed her in the slightest. This pleased Pim, in a way she couldn't voice for fear of not upsetting her sister. Whilst her father and her sister were more than happy with their life's new direction, there were just some elements of her old life that she craved.

She would follow her mother down the hall, where it would get more and more crowded. Bodies surrounded them, babbling in panic as they prepared for one of the most notable events in Lhukian history. A prince marrying a common farm girl, it was quite the scandal. But her beauty and charm had won over the people, Nittha was the ideal princess for many. A woman of the people and the spirit of royalty. Pim was guided towards the great hall, where the rest of the bridesmaids were waiting;  her cousins and sisters childhood friends. They would rush over hair, complimenting her makeup and her dress. She smiled, reiterating the same compliments back to them. They did look beautiful all of them, all put together in their well-prepared garbs. It was so strange to see what difference money made, how the right tools could carry you into the upper-class aesthetic.

There was an audible gasp and Pimwadee would turn, her eyes falling on Nittha, standing there in her white and gold Lhukian wedding gown. Pim's eyes would well as she was flooded with emotion, with pride and love for her older sibling. She looked beautiful, like a Lhukian goddess walking the earth, here to bless the world with her presence. Pim rushed over, stopping before her for a moment, before reaching forth to embrace her sister. The two women giggling softly, trying to fight back tears of joy. Unable to say anything, the mere exchange of their words enough to express how they were both feelings on this special day. The sound of flutes and chimes would ring through the air, telling Pim that the wedding was about to commence. She would hug Nittha one last time, before moving into position, at the front of the line, as Chief's bridesmaid it would be her job to lead the chorus down the aisle. To lead the support that would head her Sister in her steps towards her happy ever after.

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