they say that war is hell, but,
true hell begins when the battle ends
and you're the only one whose
hands still drip red
Her gaze flits over to him as he mentions Lucas might have had something to do with one of Remi’s curses, and she half smiles at that. “I wish I could say I was surprised.” She announces before exhaling, looking out over the grasses and earth once more, running a hand through her hair before she hums a small chime of a laugh. “He left me drained of my blood at the fall of the barrier, it’s why I was so weak last Fiat Lux.” She glances over to him, her lips quirking in a slight smirk. “And yet, somehow, I still managed to sleep with him twice.” She shakes her head.
“Him and Bastien had this sort of… Rivalry. And after my Ascension, right before Bastien’s and my wedding, I invited him over alone. And I told him if he dared to lift a finger or be a problem between Bastien and I, I would kill him.” She doesn’t know if she would have or not, but if he dared to harm her or Bastien, she would have. She snorts slightly, shaking her head. “I did brand him, as if to prove I could, though I doubt I would have.” Her head tilts then, drawing quiet before she focuses on Jigano and the mention of the councils.
At the tidbit of his own homeland, she perks up and listens. “People grow too attached to the power at their fingertips, unwilling to concede even if it’s the best option. Pride, I think.” She agrees, perhaps a bit solemnly before she shakes her head. “But one thing that Halyven did teach me, is that there’ll always be opposition regardless of what you do. You roll with the punches and compromise when necessary.” Her shoulders rise and fall in a shrug. “And it’s easier to keep from letting it get to your head if you aren’t the only one thinking on it all.” She offers her own dry humor back.
But she has to pause at his inquiry, at the stone that he pats as she goes to join him again. “She was fair and kind, according to the books. A bit strange for a royal, more of a dreamer than what they wanted. But she did well for a time, until she started exploring the rest of our continent. She’d been married by then, but my father, the General took her eye.” She pauses then. “The King remained behind to rule while she was away, and that’s essentially how I came to be.” She says, looking over to him with a light shrug, a small smile. There were little records of who her father was, what he was like. And she finds that she wishes she knew at least something about the strange man.
“Him and Bastien had this sort of… Rivalry. And after my Ascension, right before Bastien’s and my wedding, I invited him over alone. And I told him if he dared to lift a finger or be a problem between Bastien and I, I would kill him.” She doesn’t know if she would have or not, but if he dared to harm her or Bastien, she would have. She snorts slightly, shaking her head. “I did brand him, as if to prove I could, though I doubt I would have.” Her head tilts then, drawing quiet before she focuses on Jigano and the mention of the councils.
At the tidbit of his own homeland, she perks up and listens. “People grow too attached to the power at their fingertips, unwilling to concede even if it’s the best option. Pride, I think.” She agrees, perhaps a bit solemnly before she shakes her head. “But one thing that Halyven did teach me, is that there’ll always be opposition regardless of what you do. You roll with the punches and compromise when necessary.” Her shoulders rise and fall in a shrug. “And it’s easier to keep from letting it get to your head if you aren’t the only one thinking on it all.” She offers her own dry humor back.
But she has to pause at his inquiry, at the stone that he pats as she goes to join him again. “She was fair and kind, according to the books. A bit strange for a royal, more of a dreamer than what they wanted. But she did well for a time, until she started exploring the rest of our continent. She’d been married by then, but my father, the General took her eye.” She pauses then. “The King remained behind to rule while she was away, and that’s essentially how I came to be.” She says, looking over to him with a light shrug, a small smile. There were little records of who her father was, what he was like. And she finds that she wishes she knew at least something about the strange man.
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