Are you a deserter? A pause as she reached for the next plate. Yes. Yes she was a deserter. But if that was a word that intended to evoke more fear, it was a mistake on his part. In a single word she became of who this man was. Why he caused her to quake so. Sure, he intimidated. He was over a foot taller than her and had a stare that cause paint to reconsider. But he didn't know the man. Not really. She knew enough in their brief conversation to know that he was an unyielding warrior, uncompromising in his every action or deed. There was no consideration in this exchange. It was a hunt, and though she had made herself known to be hunted, he showed no sign of relenting. But she had stared down such threats before. She knew that to show weakness was to consign oneself to be consumed.
No, what bothered her was what he represented. He was a shadow of her past life. The kabuto-like helmet should have been the first indication. Her king wore one to demarcate his status. The black shadow was the same darkness she recalled in the closets and rooms she would sometimes get as punishment. Pitch black. Isolate. It was as though he was a ghost of her king cloaked in robes of darkness staring down upon her and asking 'why are you here? You should know her place.'
She knew her place.
A song filled in her heart. One that she had kept in the darkest depths of nothing. When everything taken away from her she still held that core. It carried her upwards through every trial and adversity. It carries with her too, now. And she lived. Should he strike her down, have this be the end, she would still remember the beauty of that sky and how bright and warm that first dawn was. That was her past. This was her present. She was not going to back down.
Her eyes flickered with a fire of her determination. "I am. And?" In almost cold defiance she picked up another plate, slowly and deliberately, the fear that was once there completely absent. "We are all displaced here. Our old ties are meaningless. Mine, as well as yours, your lordship."
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No, what bothered her was what he represented. He was a shadow of her past life. The kabuto-like helmet should have been the first indication. Her king wore one to demarcate his status. The black shadow was the same darkness she recalled in the closets and rooms she would sometimes get as punishment. Pitch black. Isolate. It was as though he was a ghost of her king cloaked in robes of darkness staring down upon her and asking 'why are you here? You should know her place.'
She knew her place.
A song filled in her heart. One that she had kept in the darkest depths of nothing. When everything taken away from her she still held that core. It carried her upwards through every trial and adversity. It carries with her too, now. And she lived. Should he strike her down, have this be the end, she would still remember the beauty of that sky and how bright and warm that first dawn was. That was her past. This was her present. She was not going to back down.
Her eyes flickered with a fire of her determination. "I am. And?" In almost cold defiance she picked up another plate, slowly and deliberately, the fear that was once there completely absent. "We are all displaced here. Our old ties are meaningless. Mine, as well as yours, your lordship."