The were two things that shamed king Archibald. The violent rape of his three year old daughter and the vulgar dancing she, now twenty years old did at weddings. She walked down the hallway in her flouncy dress. Crying, she was crying. No one wanted anything to do with her. She was a spectacle.
There was one thing about this world. Children always existed. A man would marry a woman who already had children. So a man believed that women were born with a child inside their womb.
Archilbald’s daughter had no children. This was most peculiar to all the land. Perhaps something happened during the rape. That would make the man responsible punishable by death.
Magnolia, the kings daughter had the habit of teaching other women how to dance just as vulgar as she did. This was said to help the marriage. But if anyone else did the dance in public, they were to be shamed just as Magnolia was shamed.
Magnolia wondered if she should ever get married. She wondered what it would be like to be desired by a man. She was used to being ignored by men.
Archibald was planning something very special for his daughter. Something she could know nothing about. She too would get married. But to whom? Who in their right mind would marry her?
Magnolia went to her home in the tall tower in the east of the castle. And there she was locked in by her father. She was given food to eat. But she could not bathe. Her clothes were stripped. She had to exist in the purist form, naked. Nobody would see her this way. She was given, however, bed sheets. When she was all alone, she took her bed sheets and made a covering. Today that covering is called a Sari.
Magnolia loved to dance, so she spent most of her days dancing. She hoped one day to get married. So she decided to come up with a special dance she would do at her own wedding for her husband. In this violent dance she would dance more and more vile until the end. A sort of ballet dance ending.
People said it was because of the rape that she danced this way. It did something to her. It made her a spectacle. Men and women were betrothed from birth. So a man had no say in who his wife would be. Magnolia had a betrothal as well. She thinks he is the man who raped her. She doesn’t remember his face however.