[ A faint twitch of her ears happens once he pronounces 'Ah' the way he does. That simple thing alone tells her much more than anything else he might ever say or do the rest of their conversation. His will and Thordan's has become one and buried whatever might be left of the knight she loves so dearly. A painful beat is given by her heart and she wonders how much more it might be able to withstand until it comes bursting from her.
Her eyes cast upwards through her hair as he compliments her to a certain point. He might insult the Scions as he wishes, and she certainty has not been above that herself. She does not rise to the bait as perhaps he hoped and instead continues to listen as he speaks on. Her hands curl together in her white ruffled half-skirt. It is obvious that the words he speaks are meant to hurt and drive underneath her skin; make her doubt choices she has made or the way she perceives things.
Nails bite into her palm and a frown takes her face. How my more is she meant to endure? How much must her sister endure until the forces behind this world are satiated? What might be left of them--the people underneath the Warriors of Light--when the dust has settled? Who will be there to stand at their sides? Her eyes close as she feels a surge of anger pierce through the dull pain in her heart.
Then, for a brief moment, she feels embraced by a sense of comfort--love. The feeling that she is not alone in the pain or burden of all that has been placed on her and her sister. She tries to grasp onto the feeling, but it slips away from her the moment her heart tries to reach for it. Left alone again in the cell with the remnants of the man she loves. Yet, somehow, she feels that underlining feeling beneath the pain.
Alkaid raises her two-toned eyes to Aymeric and his curved smile. One that cuts deep into her as it does not belong to the knight. Not even when they believed him to colder than he was. ]
Could you find the satisfaction? [ A question for a question instead of an answer. ] Could you look at me and see me as the person you asked to marry you? Or, would you simply see the woman who could kill King Thordan at any moment?
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Her eyes cast upwards through her hair as he compliments her to a certain point. He might insult the Scions as he wishes, and she certainty has not been above that herself. She does not rise to the bait as perhaps he hoped and instead continues to listen as he speaks on. Her hands curl together in her white ruffled half-skirt. It is obvious that the words he speaks are meant to hurt and drive underneath her skin; make her doubt choices she has made or the way she perceives things.
Nails bite into her palm and a frown takes her face. How my more is she meant to endure? How much must her sister endure until the forces behind this world are satiated? What might be left of them--the people underneath the Warriors of Light--when the dust has settled? Who will be there to stand at their sides? Her eyes close as she feels a surge of anger pierce through the dull pain in her heart.
Then, for a brief moment, she feels embraced by a sense of comfort--love. The feeling that she is not alone in the pain or burden of all that has been placed on her and her sister. She tries to grasp onto the feeling, but it slips away from her the moment her heart tries to reach for it. Left alone again in the cell with the remnants of the man she loves. Yet, somehow, she feels that underlining feeling beneath the pain.
Alkaid raises her two-toned eyes to Aymeric and his curved smile. One that cuts deep into her as it does not belong to the knight. Not even when they believed him to colder than he was. ]
Could you find the satisfaction? [ A question for a question instead of an answer. ] Could you look at me and see me as the person you asked to marry you? Or, would you simply see the woman who could kill King Thordan at any moment?