AmaLiA
the shield of safrin
A relieved exhale as a weight falls away, though Amalia remains somewhat pensive, her dark eyes flickering back to Aoife as she remembers the things that Ronin said. Some of them were true, she knows this, but it isn't for him to bear that guilt. He has suffered enough, through darkness and despair, through a crown he never asked for an a kingship he did not want.
The idea that he should be jealous of her makes the baker's head snap up, utter surprise and bemusement in her expression as she half-smiles uncertainly, furrowing her brow. "You're far from weak. I know that first hand." Rueful and wry, she shakes her head, the ache of the fight still there. "Less than a year ago you were dead, and now you have a daughter and a husband and nosy bakers forcing you into a role you didn't want."
Biting her lip, she grows silent a second, trying to find the words for what she wants to say to him. "You- we- were chosen for who we are. Not who others want us to be." She thinks of Jigano, wanting her less fragile; of Wessex, wanting her less committed; of Roana, wanting her more forgiving. But Safrin said she loved her, for exactly who she is and who she wants to be. And who is Amalia to argue with a god? "Maybe it's time we stop trying so hard to be good enough, and just focus on being good."
The idea that he should be jealous of her makes the baker's head snap up, utter surprise and bemusement in her expression as she half-smiles uncertainly, furrowing her brow. "You're far from weak. I know that first hand." Rueful and wry, she shakes her head, the ache of the fight still there. "Less than a year ago you were dead, and now you have a daughter and a husband and nosy bakers forcing you into a role you didn't want."
Biting her lip, she grows silent a second, trying to find the words for what she wants to say to him. "You- we- were chosen for who we are. Not who others want us to be." She thinks of Jigano, wanting her less fragile; of Wessex, wanting her less committed; of Roana, wanting her more forgiving. But Safrin said she loved her, for exactly who she is and who she wants to be. And who is Amalia to argue with a god? "Maybe it's time we stop trying so hard to be good enough, and just focus on being good."
you're breaking your own heart
