Thread: Allegiant [MRAZ and Domovoi]

Her hard gaze sharpened further at the reply she received. Without thinking, she drew her hand back and brought it back across the brunette's face, leaving a red outline in the wake of her strike. How dare you, To mock her, to look her in the face and play the fool! The absolute and utter gall it took! With the pain and heartbreak she'd gone through, the daily reports of maimings and brutality, to hear that her family members were among the victims... That was a joke to Meike? Getting to her feet, her anger thickened. How dare you! Lenara repeated, voice nearly booming, trembling with growing rage. You were my world once, Meike! If not for the countless nights she'd cried alone in her chambers having dried up her tears, the blonde woman was certain they'd be flowing. Seeing her best friend's familiar teal eyes was bringing constant flashbacks of their time together. She'd hardly acted princessly back then! Despite flowy dresses and a regal diadem, there was an almost boyish side to the Edhelbor heir. Sneaking around, playing lighthearted pranks on the servants, digging in the dirt and splashing in mud, roughhousing and wrestling with the young girl who would - or, was supposed to - grow up to be her protector. It drove her father mad... But he loved her dearly, so even when she tore and stained her expensive dresses, his anger never stayed. One cute look from her and he would melt, as she was his precious little girl. You could be certain Lenara took full advantage of this power. Yet somehow it never spoiled her. Her heart was always too big for her own good. Her many castle pets were previously unwanted strays she happily rescued, right down to the team of royal horses. She was learning that the hard way now that she was being forced to make decisions that would either save or ruin peoples' lives. If she could take all of her subjects into her castle to be warm, safe, and protected, she absolutely would. If given the opportunity where she never had to send out her knights on an excursion to risk their lives again, she would lay down her life to make it so. You left me! Abandoned me! And for what?! A fed-up hand gesture waved itself towards the prisoner. To come before me and taunt me with this 'wit'? She spat the final word like poison from her lips, the sarcasm dripping off the lone syllable. But a trembling lip gave away her slipping temper, and her flash of anger began to slowly quell. My world , Meike... And you would make light of the deaths of my family... Fists clenched, she could no longer look into the ex-knight's eyes, and turned her gaze away to stare at the wall. It is truly nice to know how little our friendship means to you. How little I mean to you. Naturally, she hadn't seen for herself the savagery in her uncle's state of Davorick. Instead, she got countless reports and innumerable traumatized soldiers pouring through her doors, each telling more and more tales of violence, gore, and inhuman acts. Many of them she would not have even believed if not for corroboration by multiple of her men, and would have chalked it up to simple distorted memory due to shock. The horrors that took place there were things she truly did not expect her friend to ever be capable of. You've no idea the pain it's caused me, White knuckles still clutched her sword for comfort. I've not even been able to properly mourn Father, let alone my uncle and cousins, A tightness twisted in her chest. Words she'd held in for so long burst forth like a dam had been broken, treating Meike like the confidante she always had been despite her status as a traitor. What did it matter, anyway? It was clear she was going to have to kill her. Her own best friend. Lenara sniffed with frustration as a lone tear streaked her pale cheek. That's not even including you, who may as well have been dead. Might as well be dead, She had to take a long pause to catch her breath, as the ragged gasps of sobs started to shake her chest and interrupt her words, and it was becoming more and more difficult to hide. Everyone she ever loved was gone - or would be gone soon. They really expected her to go on as a leader? Was this how she was doomed to live? Her entire life, she'd been groomed not to show emotion unless it was absolutely, one-hundred percent necessary. In front of others, she was to stonewall her feelings and put forth nothing but blankness. But even stone can be cracked with enough pressure. And now, after not only dealing with your betrayal, and your taunting, I am faced with the inevitability of losing you forever. In an almost childish semi-tantrum as she continued to snap from the pressure, she slammed her blade against the floor. Is there nothing that won't be taken away from me?!