[ she doesn't mind this. she doesn't mind being treated like she's normal βthough being queen is part of her, something she's grown to be in ways that are inextricably linked to her sense of self now. she could not give it up even if she wanted to. ]
Thank you, but I'm all right. My name is Bitterblue.
[ there's some comfort in the hand at her back, the softness of his smiles. it reminds her, briefly, of thiel. the thought brings a wave of grief with it. it also brings some tension into her shoulders again. (thiel had, ultimately, betrayed her βand she cannot blame him for that, for the sickness of his mind caused by her father's actions, for the fog she's often seen in his gaze and the way he would hurt himself.
she misses him despite the betrayal.) ]
I dreamt about a Storm. [ surely it was only a bad dream? if only saf had been there to tell her to dream of something good. ]
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[ she doesn't mind this. she doesn't mind being treated like she's normal βthough being queen is part of her, something she's grown to be in ways that are inextricably linked to her sense of self now. she could not give it up even if she wanted to. ]
Thank you, but I'm all right. My name is Bitterblue.
[ there's some comfort in the hand at her back, the softness of his smiles. it reminds her, briefly, of thiel. the thought brings a wave of grief with it. it also brings some tension into her shoulders again. (thiel had, ultimately, betrayed her βand she cannot blame him for that, for the sickness of his mind caused by her father's actions, for the fog she's often seen in his gaze and the way he would hurt himself.
she misses him despite the betrayal.) ]
I dreamt about a Storm. [ surely it was only a bad dream? if only saf had been there to tell her to dream of something good. ]