Thread: Between Love and Hate (Sølvi versus xxplaywithmexx)

Briannen When the letter came, everything was in uproar! The Banquet was promptly cancelled, something which threw her in a fit shed spend weeks preparing it for the Princes arrival, and then there was the fear, the fear that her Daycen was injured, that he was gravely wounded! It made the young princess panic. He was to be her betrothed, and nothing was going the way she wanted it to go. He was supposed to arrive in full fanfare and gaze upon the beauty of her fathers lands! They had fertile ground, fruits that the South had never even dreamed of.. He had no choice but the marry her and join their Kingdoms together. But no. Those bandits had to ruin everything, and then Daycens servants, little as there were left, did not even let her see him as they carried him and the Princess into the castle. Princess Solveig looked to be in bad shape, and while Briannen was not a cruel girl, she felt uneasy whenever she was around Daycens sister. It was something in her eyes.. no, Briannen held no love for Solveig, and if she passed.. well, they had two Kingdoms to rule! She had listened to Achard speak, accepted the Generals words of apology. Of course, they were lucky that you were so near! They are in your debt. If Solveig would pull through, Solveig had no other choice than to marry the man, and Briannen would have Daycen all to herself without the interruption of the other twin. Briannen spent hours at Daycens side, once she was allowed to see him. She stroked his hair and fingers, spoke hushed words to him, made sure he had any and every comfort necessary. When his fingers curled around hers and he responded to her.. well.. Briannens heart nearly exploded! She left his side only to attend to her fathers meetings and if she had to sleep, but other than that, the girl was at Daycens waking and sleeping side. The only thing that ruined it was Daycens incessant need to ask about his sister. She had told him that Solveig was recovering, hadnt she? What more was there to say. The princess had not woken from her slumber yet and, judging by the amount of blood she had lost, it would be a miracle if she pulled through. Yet her two servants, the only two who had survived the ambush, were pestering about Solveig incessantly, trying to save her from the inevitable. Then, Briannen was called away with Achard to send letters to Solveig and Daycens parents, and to put matters in place for the betrothal. Achard desperately needed advice, according to Briannen, about how to behave around Solveig and how to dress. If Solveig would pull through, she wanted to see her married to the General as soon as possible. She did not know why, but Daycens sister.. just made her so uncomfortable! Solveig Solveig knew of nothing that happened around her. She was fast asleep, the darkness claiming her body for an indecent amount of time. But, she was healing, the herbs, the poultices, the servants administrations all helped her get better, hour by aching hour. To the onlooker, it was clear that she was in severe pain, although she should really thank the Gods that her muscles had not been cut to shreds, otherwise she would have lost an arm. No, instead, by some miracle, all that remained was a fiery red scar that ran from her left shoulder to her armpit. Her body was marred, no longer perfect. But Solveig could not complain, not yet, she was not yet amongst the living to raise her voice. She was unaware of Achard visiting. Unaware that the servants were concerned. Unaware that her brother was alive. Unaware that, when the new moon came, the servants began to worry why she was not yet in her moon blood phase. The servants kept their gossip to themselves. They went to Daycen when he requested to be brought to Solveig, and they told him time and time again, that Solveig was alive, but barely. It would not do well to see her in her current state. After a solid week, Solveig awoke suddenly, bathed in sweat, one word upon her lips. Daycen! Her voice cracked, her lips were dry, her eyes were snapped wide open, it was morning, just the crack of dawn, and Solveig was awake. Her body hurt, her mind was in sheer panic. She was lucky that a servant was near, who helped her calm down. In hushed tones, the servant explained what happened to her. Solveig, however, did not care. Her brother, was he alright? The Prince to their Kingdom, had he survived?! When she was told Daycen was alive and awake, Solveig almost burst out into tears, relief wrapping around her, soothing her. Her servant continued to explain, to potter about her business, to renew Solveigs bandages, to change her clothes. And then the words came, like thunder on a clear summer day. My Princess.. the fifth full moon has come and gone.. The servant looked embarrassed, followed by frightened. Solveig didnt understand, at first. What was this girl talking about, moon? Why the hell should she care. It wasnt until the servant looked at her pointedly, white as a sheet, and started stammering that realization hit. Its probably because of the loss of blood mLady I didnt mean nothing by it I promise! Solveig stayed very, very still, as the color drained from her face. Instantly, she felt sick to her stomach, and if she had had any food in her belly, she would have emptied it. Daycen. Daycen had been the only one. Her brother. She was.. she had been.. Before Solveig could hyperventilate, she turned her face away from the servant and scoffed as best she could. I probably lost my own body weight in blood, of course it is delayed, you insolent twat. Send servants to change my bedsheets and then, afterwards, summon my brother. The poor servant girl did not know how fast she had to run to get her brother, but Solveig was once again left alone. She almost broke then, her mind unable to take the implications. She was with child, and the child was from her brothers seed. Their relentless fucking had finally caused the Gods to be angry enough to make her suffer. The hurt from the days passed came crashing into her instantly, the shock of losing Daycen, the way she confessed her love to him, her near-death experience.. She loved her brother, there was no denying it now, the final shred of hatred for him had evaporated when she saw him crumble to the floor. Solveig was hollow, a shell of her former self, broken, distraught, unsure whether her brother felt the same.. and now carrying his child. She knew this to be true, at a fundamental, inherent level. She cried then, cried like the small creature she felt she was. Their relationship was unholy and doomed from the start. What could they do? What could any of them do.. She could not tell Daycen. Their plan had to continue. They had to tell their parents that these lands were infertile. That this was not a good match for their Kingdom. Maybe, then, she could keep Daycen to herself a little while longer. She still was determined to send Achard off into battl- Achard! Her wet eyes widened with shock. She knew. She knew he was the one who had hit Daycen. She knew it was him. Why? How? She didnt have time dwell on it. She needed to make sure that, at least for now, she kept her secret a secret. There was a small basin with bloodied rags in water on the table next to her. Painfully. Slowly, she moved, her body stiff as a hark. Eventually, her hand reached over, and she managed to grab a bloodied rag from the basin. Promptly, she shoved it between her legs, making sure to smear the bedsheets and her nightclothes alike. The whole process only took a few minutes, just in time for the servants to come in with fresh linen. Soon, she was changed, the ruined bloodied sheets were cast out. The servants would inform Briannen that her moon phase had come, and Briannen would in her turn tell Achard. And so Solveig sat, waiting for her brother in fresh sheets and fresh bandages, her hair was washed, and her body clothed in a loose, single piece of linen, a crude excuse for a dress. She was nervous, more nervous than she should, but the anticipation of seeing her brother alive and well.. it made her smile involuntarily. She had to talk to him about Achard, about what happened, and what had passed between them the last night he claimed her. When she had screamed, what she had screamed as her brother emptied his seed inside of her. In that instant, everything was forgotten, and all Solveig could think about was her brothers arms wrapped around her, his fingers on her skin. Oh Gods what was wrong with her! She looked down at the bandaged wound on her shoulder. She had not seen what it looked like, but it could not be pretty.. would Dice still be attracted to her.. Involuntarily, her hands went over her stomach. The usual composed Princess had become unraveled, and it showed.