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Rhoswen ►
Dapples of thin sunlight undulated around the auburn woman, for despite her betrayal Solis loved her still; his adamant heart would not let her slide from its grasp so easily, not after waiting so long for her faith. Rhoswen danced through the light (a lover of ballet and all things ornate) allowing the faint shards of gold to perambulate their way across her softly swollen flanks. Glancing down at her sanguine skin, Rhos could not curb the sigh which fell so sullenly from lips of salmon, and she listened as the sound echoed out across the prairie. The concept of being pregnant had taken her, often violently, through many swathes of emotion; throwing her overboard into depths of which she greatly feared, but it had been easier to ignore before the physical signs had begun to show. Now there was no denying it, no pretending. Her skin cooled, chest hitching. A joyous thing it should have been: to bring life into this world, but the truth was that Rhoswen felt no joy, she felt in fact nothing but dismay. Raum could not keep up his lie forever, and increasingly she felt the weight of Solterra's eyes upon the back of her head, as though they saw her truth; their truth.
What would happen then?
At last, upon jaded hooves and aching limbs, the sight of Denocte's Capitol breached her ashen gaze. A familiar sight to behold; one that stirred something sincere in her heart. It had been many, many moons since her last visit to the Night Court - and more still since her last meeting with Reich. Perhaps it was foolhardy to be confiding in the sovereign of her Court's primary antagonist but he was her brother after all, who could deny her that? Tiredly, she wove through the stalls and streets (of which all she knew like the back of her hand) until finally, slipping into the shadows of midday, Rhoswen reached the royal wing of the keep. You'd better bloody be here, Reich.
What would happen then?
At last, upon jaded hooves and aching limbs, the sight of Denocte's Capitol breached her ashen gaze. A familiar sight to behold; one that stirred something sincere in her heart. It had been many, many moons since her last visit to the Night Court - and more still since her last meeting with Reich. Perhaps it was foolhardy to be confiding in the sovereign of her Court's primary antagonist but he was her brother after all, who could deny her that? Tiredly, she wove through the stalls and streets (of which all she knew like the back of her hand) until finally, slipping into the shadows of midday, Rhoswen reached the royal wing of the keep. You'd better bloody be here, Reich.
@reichenbach here is a first-trimester rhos for u <3
