“train your soul to remember where the weapon and the world divide”
Morrighan is quick to let Antiope know that the sovereign-to-be can trust her, and if only it were so easy as taking her at her word. She knows the Warden has shown nothing but loyalty to the court, if not, perhaps, in some rather extreme ways. She takes her work very seriously; if what she has seen today shows her anything it certainly shows her that.
But when it comes to the matter of trust, it is not something that can merely be shown. And trust is something Antiope finds herself lacking this day and these days, since the subject of her ascension has come to light. Who does she trust?
Antiope looks at the woman next to her and wonders, does she trust her?
Perhaps there is a small part of her hoping—a part of her that has not been burned completely by rage and loss—that trust is something still earnable by her heart. Not simply a wish, not a lost cause. Not something to wonder about.
The Regent allows the woman to continue speaking without interrupting her, not letting the wobbling precipice her thoughts balance upon to show. No, if Antiope were to allow that it would only make matters worse. Isra and Morrighan both have so much faith in her ability to be the queen this court needs. But is she going to be the queen that Caligo wants?
“Thank you for your honesty, Morrighan,” Antiope says, with a genuine curl to her lips. She appreciates that the Warden felt she could open up to her, and does not want to seem ungrateful for the information that has been shared. “Rest assured that I will take everything you have said into consideration.”
And she will, certainly. She may not be sovereign yet, but one day Isra will cross the sea and leave the court to her and there will be a decision to make. One among many. Morrighan has given her much to think about. “If I need you, I will find you,” she turns her head slightly, as if to motion her goodbye, and this is turning into the crowd. Bodies separate them like fish in a stream, and after a moment even the banner of red in her hair is lost to the bustling street.
“Speaking.”
But when it comes to the matter of trust, it is not something that can merely be shown. And trust is something Antiope finds herself lacking this day and these days, since the subject of her ascension has come to light. Who does she trust?
Antiope looks at the woman next to her and wonders, does she trust her?
Perhaps there is a small part of her hoping—a part of her that has not been burned completely by rage and loss—that trust is something still earnable by her heart. Not simply a wish, not a lost cause. Not something to wonder about.
The Regent allows the woman to continue speaking without interrupting her, not letting the wobbling precipice her thoughts balance upon to show. No, if Antiope were to allow that it would only make matters worse. Isra and Morrighan both have so much faith in her ability to be the queen this court needs. But is she going to be the queen that Caligo wants?
“Thank you for your honesty, Morrighan,” Antiope says, with a genuine curl to her lips. She appreciates that the Warden felt she could open up to her, and does not want to seem ungrateful for the information that has been shared. “Rest assured that I will take everything you have said into consideration.”
And she will, certainly. She may not be sovereign yet, but one day Isra will cross the sea and leave the court to her and there will be a decision to make. One among many. Morrighan has given her much to think about. “If I need you, I will find you,” she turns her head slightly, as if to motion her goodbye, and this is turning into the crowd. Bodies separate them like fish in a stream, and after a moment even the banner of red in her hair is lost to the bustling street.
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a war is calling
the tides are turned
the tides are turned
