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lover / leaver
♕ PRINCESS VERITY (EXILED) ♕
Iskra's words hurt alright––once again putting her in alignment with all the other princesses she has ever served, and yet she never once served Verity. Those promises had been a pirate's promise to her prisoner. They had not been, never could have been, a knight's promise to her princess. Verity never regarded Iskra in that way so to suggest that somehow she is just the same, has just the same kind of power over the pirate is an insult to everything that she is in this moment. If the pirate let herself believe that she was a princess, sitting atop some lofty cloud and teasing the pirate from down below, then she is beyond hope––for her delusions make it seem as though Verity ever had power in this relationship. Everything, all of this tricky little dynamic they have, is the captain's fault! Verity will take no blame and no part in being like those other princesses, because those other princesses could have never been like her. While she may not know them, will likely never know them, she knows that their choices had been inspired by an insatiable need to feel powerful and Verity has never once wielded her title in a such a way. Even if those on the outside may disagree, she knows this truth and perhaps it's the only thing she can hold onto in this moment to keep herself grounded. To keep herself still here while disbelief seems to shroud everything else around her.
(How foolish she had once been to feel so guilty over the parallel that Iskra drew; but Iskra drew all those parallels on her own. She decided what Verity was before even asking the prisoner anything about herself. She decided, apparently, that Verity is a princess and with that label attached all those erroneous meanings to her name. At least those who are dragging her name through the mud back home actually know her and can drag it faithfully––not this bastard version of herself that pirate has painted. No, she won't feel guilt over being a princess. It is what she is, exiled or not. This comparison she will not anguish herself over any longer; if this is who the pirate believes that she is then so be it. So be it to her who thought she ever knew the prisoner. Who thought she could keep an animal happy behind bars. Who thought through conversation, flowers, poetry, and sparring she could somehow make up for taking away the one thing that every person has a right to––their freedom (nevermind how Verity overplayed her hand to get herself into this position). And to use her as a pawn in her own plight, asking her to sacrifice her people for Iskra's? Oh, how could she not have seen this all sooner? It was never audacity that inspired the captain, but dumb foolishness that seems to have led her astray again and again and again. Well, Verity does not plan on being around when this fool falls once more. If she wants the secrets to her people, she will have to figure out how to get them on her own, because Verity will not humiliate herself or spit on her people if this captain wants to paint false images of her.)
(Then, how foolish she had been yesterday for pledging herself to Iskra, to a pirate, to someone who will never have empathy for her people. Oh, she knows now with certainty that fixing the problems in her country are not her burden to bare, but how had she ever thought she could make up for that by making amends with this woman? Just because she killed her––she let that guilt inspire her when it had been her every right to do so, as a prisoner. To think she allowed yesterday to trick them, or at least her, into thinking there was hope. Once more those rose colored lenses have been broken in her eyes and this Time around she will let herself go forward blind, because seeing has never once helped her.)
Without so much as a warning, Verity's head snaps to the side in motion with Iskra's slap. All the fire raging inside of her stops––the flames do not die, mind you, but they are frozen somehow. They are just as stunned as she is and as a result the sharp sting that blooms across her face hardly registers. Thankfully, her hair somewhat obstructs Iskra from being able to see her expression or the tears that have automatically sprung into her eyes. She lets out a breath, something between a sigh and chuckle as her hands raises to touch her hurting cheek. Never once has she been struck before––aside from fights and battles where such would have been expected––but never once has she been struck for insolence. Even the queen who she once shared a tryst with, cruel as she is, had been nothing but tender with her while they shared their hearts. (And the only Time she struck Verity in anger, it had nearly been warranted given that she had found out about her betrayal.) So now she sees exactly who Iskra is when she has power over others. She is not a kind captain, willing to let her subordinates speak freely. No, she is as cruel as any other leader she has ever known––she only has a semblance of control and morals that only crumble around prisoners. Power truly corrupts the soul.
Her chest rises and falls in rapid succession, for a moment it looks like she is about to say something––to do something to get the last word. But she decides silence is her best weapon in this moment and she wields it as she would her trusted blade. She merely shrugs the pirate's coat off her shoulders and lets it fall to the ground. With a steely look at the captain, one that can sear into the very depths of another's soul, she turns and gives the pirate that space she so desires and returns to her cell. She truly has nothing more to say to this pirate. When Iskra eventually grows tired of the goose chase she will doubtlessly send her on, now that it is clear Verity had made a mistake to believe she owed this pirate everything, Verity hopes Iskra is as swift with her blade as she says she is. (She may have murdered Iskra, but she had done so with only the intention to save her people; she knew it was wrong and she regretted the action immediately. Perhaps she could have gone into this conversation with more tact, but that never gave Iskra license to raise her hand. At least, now, she can bury their past for good and do what she needs to do to protect her people from further exploitation while Halen saves them from the queen.)
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A few days later, a few long days of silence––Verity doesn't even think it's awkward or tense, it just is––they arrive at the next location for the trial. It's on some planet that she has never heard of, but doesn't bother asking questions because her curiosity has died around the pirate. She barely acknowledges the captain's presence more than she has to and it only feels natural. Words can never be shared honestly between captor and prisoner and they were deluded into thinking otherwise. (Verity wholly blames Iskra for the confusion, because at least she had been willing to play the role of captive whereas Iskra wanted to fool everyone into believing that captors can be kind, can be layered, can be worthy of seeing past their deeds. 'Pah, that was but a mere show to distract from reality. Isn't always?' After all, Beauty and Pleasure can only be used as a veil for the wicked.)
Anway, the entrance appears before them when presented with the diamond shard the ethereal woman had given to them at the end of their last trial. It stretches high above their heads and looks out of place against the rest of the planet's ambiance––probably because the aesthetics of her people are so different from the aesthetics of others. Though she does not even marvel at how ornate this door is, with a mosaic that shows the outline of a person's head and within this head the mosaic shifts from pictures of trees, to seafoam from the ocean, to rainbows––she doesn't even care to figure out what it means. She figures they will find out soon enough––not that it matters as Verity doesn't really think she wants to be helpful. 'I cannot believe she is still trying to claim this for herself. Does she really think I'll help her now that I know she's just as prone to Violence as any other tyrant?'
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