She could never let him win.
In truth, she is not sure why she bites and budges at him so viciously. Maybe it is because he is part of a world she has so severely tried keeping within the darkness. Etojo’s very presence is destructive and chaotic to her. He shatters her world—a world where she has found peace and stability.
Yet, she could not bear to see him suddenly gone. A part of her also clings onto the madness he brings into her world right now. He is part of a past she had want so badly to work out. A past that should have ended up like the fairytales she was told as a young foal by her manipulative father. Her father should have loved her truly, and let her grow to be who she wanted to be, not what he had wanted her to be. She shouldn’t have been a pawn; she should have been his daughter.
It was too late though.
She would never be that.
And now, she had made her own life apart of them all.
Lucrezia has never acknowledged a boundary between her and the chestnut stallion. Their personal boundaries had been broken and stripped away many years ago. She inhales softly, taking the very musty scent of his coat. It smells oddly nice, a smell she thought she would never like.
She is silent as she waits for him to answer her question. The mare knows he wants something, and she is dying of curiosity to know what it might be. He has always wanted something from her but she had never given him the time of day to get what he wanted. So here she is now asking and maybe even thinking of giving him what he wants.
Then again, she should not have asked.
“My father?” She asks stunned at his answer. Lucrezia has not seen him in years. For all she knows, her father could have died many years ago when she had been away from Beqanna. “Why do you need him?” She asks, deciding it was not exactly the right time to give away the information she had not seen him for a very long time. Lucrezia would play this one card just right, just like the way her father had taught her to do.
In truth, she is not sure why she bites and budges at him so viciously. Maybe it is because he is part of a world she has so severely tried keeping within the darkness. Etojo’s very presence is destructive and chaotic to her. He shatters her world—a world where she has found peace and stability.
Yet, she could not bear to see him suddenly gone. A part of her also clings onto the madness he brings into her world right now. He is part of a past she had want so badly to work out. A past that should have ended up like the fairytales she was told as a young foal by her manipulative father. Her father should have loved her truly, and let her grow to be who she wanted to be, not what he had wanted her to be. She shouldn’t have been a pawn; she should have been his daughter.
It was too late though.
She would never be that.
And now, she had made her own life apart of them all.
Lucrezia has never acknowledged a boundary between her and the chestnut stallion. Their personal boundaries had been broken and stripped away many years ago. She inhales softly, taking the very musty scent of his coat. It smells oddly nice, a smell she thought she would never like.
She is silent as she waits for him to answer her question. The mare knows he wants something, and she is dying of curiosity to know what it might be. He has always wanted something from her but she had never given him the time of day to get what he wanted. So here she is now asking and maybe even thinking of giving him what he wants.
Then again, she should not have asked.
“My father?” She asks stunned at his answer. Lucrezia has not seen him in years. For all she knows, her father could have died many years ago when she had been away from Beqanna. “Why do you need him?” She asks, deciding it was not exactly the right time to give away the information she had not seen him for a very long time. Lucrezia would play this one card just right, just like the way her father had taught her to do.
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