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I have seen death. I have caused it and yet the sight never gets easier to witness. My silence was all I could offer as Rolen wrapped his hands around the throat of a fellow soldier, hands that only moments before had held mine tenderly.
The actions we had set in motion this night would surely follow us. What would be said throughout the Kingdom, would Rolen be painted as a murderer, kidnapper, betrayer of the King. Would I have a painting of my own? Known as things we are not?
I found comfort once more in his touch, our hands clutching the other. Refusing to speak the things we already knew. There would be a price on both our heads, different in payment but very much there. We had ignited a path of danger, there was no longer any trust to be found outside of this corrider beyond the two of us.
"Rolen," I stopped abruptly. Positioning myself in front of him, I wrapped my arms around his waist. It might have been an attempt to comfort him, thank him for the protection he had offered me but the action was selfish. It was myself who seemed the comfort of the embrace. Once we stepped from the shadows of this hall, there would not be time for such moments.
I released my grasp and took his hand once more as we continued forward, reaching the end and stepping out into the night.
We made haste, putting distance between ourselves and the castle. Hopeful that the facts of the night would wait to be discovered until the morning. Only then would we have a chance.
We slowed as we approached the forest, dense and magical. Fireflies sparkled throughout, tiny luminescent mushrooms were scattered across the ground.
The dress I wore had grown heavy now from our walk, the speed at which we kept made it feel that much heavier.
"I need just a moment," I said, my hand resting against my chest as I struggled to retrieve my breath trapped beneath my bodice. Hoping that we would be spared that moment.
The actions we had set in motion this night would surely follow us. What would be said throughout the Kingdom, would Rolen be painted as a murderer, kidnapper, betrayer of the King. Would I have a painting of my own? Known as things we are not?
I found comfort once more in his touch, our hands clutching the other. Refusing to speak the things we already knew. There would be a price on both our heads, different in payment but very much there. We had ignited a path of danger, there was no longer any trust to be found outside of this corrider beyond the two of us.
"Rolen," I stopped abruptly. Positioning myself in front of him, I wrapped my arms around his waist. It might have been an attempt to comfort him, thank him for the protection he had offered me but the action was selfish. It was myself who seemed the comfort of the embrace. Once we stepped from the shadows of this hall, there would not be time for such moments.
I released my grasp and took his hand once more as we continued forward, reaching the end and stepping out into the night.
We made haste, putting distance between ourselves and the castle. Hopeful that the facts of the night would wait to be discovered until the morning. Only then would we have a chance.
We slowed as we approached the forest, dense and magical. Fireflies sparkled throughout, tiny luminescent mushrooms were scattered across the ground.
The dress I wore had grown heavy now from our walk, the speed at which we kept made it feel that much heavier.
"I need just a moment," I said, my hand resting against my chest as I struggled to retrieve my breath trapped beneath my bodice. Hoping that we would be spared that moment.