REICHENBACH
LIKE ICARUS LOVED THE SUN
He'd taken the throne with all the best intentions — to do what needed to be done in the best interests of the people who had taken him in, the family and the city who had not turned their backs on an orphan boy from far away. Yes, he'd had to commit to thieving and sometimes darker pursuits to survive until then, but Denocte had always given him what he required.
Reichenbach wondered now if that was the answer to his problems, if Denocte should be his one and only love and if it were even possible to stop his thundering heart from it's eternal chase. Foolish, fickle boy. Love had always been his ruination. It came so easily, and when it left (it always did) it ripped open the happiness and laughter and revealed only a dark web of compulsions. Sparrow, Aislinn, Florentine... all victims. He'd rather live a loveless life than repeat the cycle — though once again his heart would betray him.
The Night King tried not to linger on thoughts of porcelain and gold and instead turned his mind to his family. Dear Rhaegar, what would he think of his brother now? Rhaegar, who was so stoic and noble, born for greater things. Reich let his thoughts settle upon his crimson haired brother, finding solace in the knowledge that there were decent men left in the world.
It was not just men that Iscariot had left behind though, his sun-blessed daughter also roamed the earth. The rumours of her and Raum echoed in his gold ringed ears, only rumours, for his ghost was too clever to leave any true evidence...
As if he had summoned her, the scent of Solterra arrived before his sister — glowing. Reich smiled, worry lifting from his creased brow as he tucked his mourning and self-deprecation far away so as not to dim her shine.
"Rhoswen!"
He exclaimed, standing. His silver gaze flickered over her swiftly, checking for harm, before returning to her own argent eyes. She looked healthy, bright and sleek and well-fed. It brought a pleased smile to his black lips, the first genuine one he'd mustered in days. Reich managed a few more eager steps forward before his keen eyes noted the subtle bags under her eyes, the even subtler bump of her belly.
"Rhoswen?"
@Rhoswen !!! oh my god so KEEN
LIKE ICARUS LOVED THE SUN
He'd taken the throne with all the best intentions — to do what needed to be done in the best interests of the people who had taken him in, the family and the city who had not turned their backs on an orphan boy from far away. Yes, he'd had to commit to thieving and sometimes darker pursuits to survive until then, but Denocte had always given him what he required.
Reichenbach wondered now if that was the answer to his problems, if Denocte should be his one and only love and if it were even possible to stop his thundering heart from it's eternal chase. Foolish, fickle boy. Love had always been his ruination. It came so easily, and when it left (it always did) it ripped open the happiness and laughter and revealed only a dark web of compulsions. Sparrow, Aislinn, Florentine... all victims. He'd rather live a loveless life than repeat the cycle — though once again his heart would betray him.
The Night King tried not to linger on thoughts of porcelain and gold and instead turned his mind to his family. Dear Rhaegar, what would he think of his brother now? Rhaegar, who was so stoic and noble, born for greater things. Reich let his thoughts settle upon his crimson haired brother, finding solace in the knowledge that there were decent men left in the world.
It was not just men that Iscariot had left behind though, his sun-blessed daughter also roamed the earth. The rumours of her and Raum echoed in his gold ringed ears, only rumours, for his ghost was too clever to leave any true evidence...
As if he had summoned her, the scent of Solterra arrived before his sister — glowing. Reich smiled, worry lifting from his creased brow as he tucked his mourning and self-deprecation far away so as not to dim her shine.
"Rhoswen!"
He exclaimed, standing. His silver gaze flickered over her swiftly, checking for harm, before returning to her own argent eyes. She looked healthy, bright and sleek and well-fed. It brought a pleased smile to his black lips, the first genuine one he'd mustered in days. Reich managed a few more eager steps forward before his keen eyes noted the subtle bags under her eyes, the even subtler bump of her belly.
"Rhoswen?"
@Rhoswen !!! oh my god so KEEN
