Thread: Allegiant [MRAZ and Domovoi]

The slap was nothing, after month of freezing cold and death nothing was anything anymore, or so was trying Meike to convince herself, still, it hurt more than it should have. Her princess had become stronger than before, also it had always hurt the knight to see Lenara disappointed or angry at her. The brunette girl moved her jaw with a slight throaty sound and thought on how she should have prolonged the agony of Lord Vereiter a few days more as a way to make him pay for this too. Her queen went onto a tirade and Meike could not help but look down at the cold floor under them, no matter how many times she mentally told herself to be strong, it tore her apart to see how much this whole mess had also wounded Lenara. She had not been expecting otherwise, still, a nave part of her mind had expected it to be less harrowing. More than once, while the noble spoke, the traitor had to bite her tongue down in order to not to reply. You too were my world, Lenara, the reason I fought, the reason I pushed everything to the limit. The only reason that kept me going even when my world was over, back in those frozen lands. She could not say it, not now not anymore. For years she had lived for the princess, trained, fought, become stronger, only for her and no one else, and just like that, with a betrayal that had not even been hers, everything was gone. The confessions that came from the queen were met with bitter silence that loomed over them, making each word seem all the more damaging. Like knives to the gut Meike thought, and kept her head down her tongue held in between her teeth, it was like how things had to be Maybe it was how they had to be, but, then again, neither Lenara nor Meike had been ones to really play by the rules, the metallic sound of the slammed blade made the knight tense visibly, but the womans question was followed by the metallic and threatening sound of the chains suddenly tensing, like the sound of a feral chained beast that suddenly tried to escape its cage. Meike finally turned to look, well, more like glare at the queen it was now noticeable that she was trembling way harder than before, her whole body seemly held in place only by the metallic manacles that were by now digging into her skin. Your position, your Majesty. The growl that came was raspy and for a moment or two the traitor was about to cough, her throat felt drier than it should be, still, she managed to still herself and frowned more as she contacted her lieges icy blue gaze with her own feral teal one. Her tongue actually bled from having freed itself from the hold she had it in however the taste of blood was not that unwelcomed anymore. Last thing I heard you still were Queen Lenara Edhelbor the first, are you not? No matter how many protests about it there have been, no matter how many times the crazy holier than thou goons have thrown a fit against a woman inheriting the throne, no matter how many others wanted to put their fat, ugly asses on the throne instead of you, or how many imaginary rules that has broken. You are still the Queen. Shut up She mentally told herself, but it was a bit too late for that, the traitor shook herself again, making the cold metal go clink and clank once again as Meike tried to keep her body from trembling. Your father wanted you to become the ruler of his lands, instead of becoming a trading coin like all the other girls, and his will was obeyed. In so many more ways than you can ever imagine, Lenara. The knight thought to herself and swallowed, or tried to do so at least, it was a very raspy sensation. It infuriated her, it really did, to see her princess so hurt, so beaten, and to, on top of that, know herself to be partially guilty of that. Seeing Lenara breaking resonated in her and she began to crack too. In turn, she tried to hide it with another snarky remark. Still, it was a war filled with bloodshed, your highness so dont act like if you were the only one who lost something. Shut up Her brain was no longer screaming at her, instead it was bellowing like a whore who had not been paid for her services. That last one had backfired, it was too fucken true as to be just a snarky remark, no matter how much she had tried to force a smirk upon saying it. Unlike Lenara, Meike has been barely able to even cry for what she was losing her only peaceful moments had been whenever she managed to get some actual sleep, so instead she had taken her alleviation from fulfilling her own bloody mission. Crying only brought more problems than it was worth, given how the tears could freeze on her face, or at least bring a painful reminder of how much her body longed for warmer things. So, when the Queens cheek was marked by the rolling of salt water, a few tears gathered on Meikes eyelashes. The traitor frowned more and blinked quickly, to prevent them from falling and, instead, she spoke her last sentence Or like if you were the only one to bury her father, without even having time to mourn him. The older knight had shielded her when Vereiter had sprung the trap, the venom had entered his body instead of hers, the Under Roamers had taken him to safety, but it was all for naught, he had died in agony either way. His burial ground had been a cold and empty cave that stunk of dead bears. He had been the one to demise her family, and still, he was more of a father than her own had ever been, as sick as that sounded, as strange as that was. Then again, by normalcy standards it was already strange that Meike had not really cared about her old life at all. Her life had revolted around Lenara, Sir Leandro and the King, nothing else had mattered back then. Making the princess smile or joining her in her pranks, training with her, or roughhousing with her, just being with Lenara had been all that Meike wanted, while obeying the king and training to become Leandros heir the next protector and confident to the throne, had been her only purpose. Things were easier, life had made sense. Twin trails of water made their way down the girls cheeks at that memory, and, shackled, there was nothing that the traitor could do to stop them beyond looking away to hide them, her teeth tightly clenched, her frown giving her a dangerous aura that she had never had when facing Lenara. The Kings right hands death had unleashed all Hells in the state of Davorick, a simple matter of action and reaction really, just like the Kings death had prevented Lord Vereiter from even trying to lay a hand on Lenaras crowned head by ripping off his hands, quite literally. You aren't the only one who lost it all, your Majesty, and, even more, you did not lose everything, for you kept what your father wanted for you, what every one was ready to strip you of. She said, as calmly as she could, sounding more like half a snap than anything as her gaze bore into the queen's. The tears now having passed, still, the testimony of the marks left on the traitor's dirty face made them evident, but Meike did not know that and faced the woman once again.