07-05-2021, 03:41 PM
Djuna
the would-be queen
She misses home more deeply and more achingly than she thought she ever would.
It surprises her to learn, after these first few weeks in Beqanna, that it's not her riches or her crown or her handmaids or her comfortable bed that she misses most; it's her family. Mother's harpy-like voice had never failed to grate at her nerves, but now ― she would give anything to hear it again. To be able to roll her eyes when mother tells her to stand up straight, or adjust her robe, or stop fidgeting at the feast table.
Of course, there are things she doesn't miss ― her wretch of a former husband is most certainly at the top of that list of things. He might have been a king, but he was not fit for the title. He was old and senile, and his ugliness was matched only by his cruelty. His sunken face is etched in perpetuity into each crevice of her memories; the awful smell of his breath and the skin-crawling milkiness of his mutilated left eye stand out in vivid detail in her mind's eye.
She wants to forget him, forget every wretched detail of the old man. For awhile, she had managed to. Her tryst with the azure stallion had been fun, but ultimately forgettable. He'd been just what she needed in that moment, a convenient way to get her mind off less-than-fortunate circumstances. She'd meant for nothing to come of it, and for a long time she believed nothing had.
Until she comes across a silvery stallion in the woods one day. He's not the strangest character she's come across in Beqanna, but the way he greets her certainly qualifies as one of the stranger things she's heard so far. Confusion flits across her features, an amiable smile curling pale lips upward.
"Two?" she asks with an airy laugh, the true meaning of his words not quite sinking in yet, "what do you mean?"
It surprises her to learn, after these first few weeks in Beqanna, that it's not her riches or her crown or her handmaids or her comfortable bed that she misses most; it's her family. Mother's harpy-like voice had never failed to grate at her nerves, but now ― she would give anything to hear it again. To be able to roll her eyes when mother tells her to stand up straight, or adjust her robe, or stop fidgeting at the feast table.
Of course, there are things she doesn't miss ― her wretch of a former husband is most certainly at the top of that list of things. He might have been a king, but he was not fit for the title. He was old and senile, and his ugliness was matched only by his cruelty. His sunken face is etched in perpetuity into each crevice of her memories; the awful smell of his breath and the skin-crawling milkiness of his mutilated left eye stand out in vivid detail in her mind's eye.
She wants to forget him, forget every wretched detail of the old man. For awhile, she had managed to. Her tryst with the azure stallion had been fun, but ultimately forgettable. He'd been just what she needed in that moment, a convenient way to get her mind off less-than-fortunate circumstances. She'd meant for nothing to come of it, and for a long time she believed nothing had.
Until she comes across a silvery stallion in the woods one day. He's not the strangest character she's come across in Beqanna, but the way he greets her certainly qualifies as one of the stranger things she's heard so far. Confusion flits across her features, an amiable smile curling pale lips upward.
"Two?" she asks with an airy laugh, the true meaning of his words not quite sinking in yet, "what do you mean?"
@Leilan sorry this took me a minute to get to! hope it's okay <3