PurificationSiegfried could recall the jagged brush of Princess Kraehe's lips against his own; a fractured touch certain of nothing but how she would lose him, a kiss pressed painfully close, because at least pain wasn't loneliness.
He recalled it in fleeting moments, the pain of his princess that he still saw in her blood-drenched eyes sometimes, when the shadows were thickest or when stormclouds blossomed. Her lips would part with something she could never say, her own memory, and he was be drawn to the perfect curve of them.
He slipped the tips of his fingers beneath her chin and lifted her gaze, meeting it for an instant that halted both their hearts. Just as quickly, his smooth kiss replaced tainted recollections with who they truly were.
FreelyAnd they lived happily ever after.
When he thought back to the day his story ended and he was told to live, Siegfried remembered that he had never been given any "happily ever after." The words of the young and hopeful writer who had ended the story had been to live freely.
To live freely ever after. To suffer, because there was still pain, and to heal, because of love, itself given freely.
If the remnants of corruption had simply been buried, as easily covered by those final words as a grave concealed by dirt, the prince wondered if that poison would have wormed into deeper roots behind their smiles.
But as he dried his princess' tears when they came, and as she showed him, when his brow furrowed with doubts, that shadows could hold just as much beauty as pure light, he knew that he would never have wanted a happily ever after. As monarchs and as tenderhearted lovers, he and his princess made their own joy.
Fresh LightSiegfried leaned across the bed, pressing a hand to the princess' shoulder to rouse her.
"My princess... My princess, please wake..." He felt her first stirrings run through her under his touch, and his open, joyful gaze sparked when it met her eyes, gracefully half-lidded and drowsy.
"Mmm... Good morning, my prince..." She blinked slowly at him, her lips still parted by a question she would not ask for fear of being rude to him. His answer, at first, was just as silent; he took her hand in a grip that, despite its tenderness, gave more than enough support to help her out from beneath the sheets. Seeing her, the nightgown's delicate fabric falling perfectly to sway at her ankles and her hair more unruly than he would have thought possible without lovely moments like this, led him to embrace her. He gave her a kiss in the center of her forehead, briefly catching a single curl between his lips and her skin.
She leaned her head against his chest, near enough for him to feel her warm breat
Flickering in the WindThe eaves of the castle were not a good place for Princess Rue to be, but the realization had come belatedly. Her regret was not for the chance of someone looking up and wondering at the strange behavior of the princess; she did not suppose there was much risk of that, if only because she hadn't picked a spot on the roof bordering the gardens. Unless the nobles had developed a new liking for wandering outside the seamless grandeur of palace marble, people were not likely to come below her, and that suited her well enough. The point of her venture had been solitude, and if she was a fool, it was not because she didn't know how how to find what she wanted. The gaze of others had never frightened her, anyhow.
No, on the eaves, it was the wind that made Rue cringe, turned from a calm breeze at the ground to what could have been the beginnings of a gale at the height of the castle. The wind was purely benign despite its chill as it toyed with the silk of her dress; she was certai
Dark"Mmm... is it...?"
But Siegfried did not really desire an answer for his vague query. The prince pressed his eyelids together tightly; there was most likely a day to be greeted, with all the pomp and circumstance of a muted sunrise. He had no quarrel with matters in the day, of course, but sleep was a difficult allure to overcome. This looked to be one of those mornings where prying his eyes open was harder than lifting his sword, but never failed to manage it, and he was determined for this to remain true.
So as darkness instead met his misted glance, he was stricken with the clarity of shock, but no true alarm to his own faint surprise. What surrounded him was soft and thin and warmed by the last leaps of flame in the hearth, the darkness of morning before the sun had thrown night's blanket from itself and the world below. An hour too early for the sun was certainly too early for a prince, whatever business he might have later in the day. With a sigh, all gentle breath and no sound,
Crow FeathersAs often as she had come to be told of her beauty, Rue would always have to despise a piece of it, whether she could bring herself to believe any of it or not.
Like ravens' feathers...
Whispered as she passed, often with wonder and never with fear- though the people of her prince's kingdom would have every reason to fear ravens, his return seemed to have banished their troubles- she found the comparison sickening. That it fit so well only made it harsher.
So it was a surprise for her one evening, when her prince, sitting beside her on an elaborate garden bench that looked shoddily made compared to his features, turned to her and said, "I have always loved the way your hair looks in this light, my princess..."
For them, always had become a small amount of time. A few years. There had been time before that, and neither of them could forget, but they had an always to share between them, and that was what mattered in this moment.
"...You think so...?" She replied mildl
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