To Take Back Our Lives

"Sometimes," her sister replied, and Praxis nodded as her eyes continued to wander, finding herself comforted by that answer. She struggled sometimes with knowing exactly how to feel about those they'd left behind. Of course she was upset with Aleksandr and, by extension of her sister, Armen, but that didn't mean she didn't miss them either. Or, at least, that she didn't wish things had been different with them. If they'd been better men, then perhaps she and Cali might not have felt so forced to leave. They could still have their brothers and all the friends they'd made within the Kingdom, including the royalty with whom they'd grown up. But it was because of them that the girls had turned their noses up to their home--and traded it for new opportunities.

Calixta turned the questions onto her, now, but Praxis glanced to her with ease and a one-sided smirk, shaking her head. "How could I?" she huffed. "Our entire lives would have belonged to that place...and I'd rather be able to get away from the next man who gets my hopes up." There was both humor and truth to those words, of course.

Her eyes slowly drifted back into distraction. "I suppose I'm just trying to wrap my head around the fact that we can, now. I hardly know what to do with me."

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