Broken Dreams
10-10-2013, 06:10 PM
Her confidence had been shattered, but she still tried to pick up the pieces before him. Before he, and before Valhalla she had to be strong or they wouldn't have any reason to believe in her anymore. And so she swallowed her fear, and faced the fact that she was going to have to fight and win if she wanted Gideon beside her again. The other male's muttering of her name was enough to pull her attention out of her somewhat clouded gaze, but his next words would be like iron dropping into the pit of her stomach.
Isardis? Starting a war?
She couldn't believe it. Although she had felled the King once, had challenged for one of his own just as they had challenged for hers, it had all escalated so quickly. Everything was wrong - she had destroyed something vital. Valhalla could no longer run as a neutral kingdom, as one of neutralities with some friends but no enemies. They had not only an enemy, but what could in due time become their sole oppressor. It scared her, she feared for her members, and it wasn't something that she could hide like her previous fears. Although he did not whine, she did, small and accidental, but it was only the tip of the iceberg in regards to her dread.
"I can't drag Seracia into this war Themisto - I can't. Epiphron and Maverick have a family, they're a new King and a new Queen. Valhallas enemies shouldn't be their enemies - it isn't fair." She wanted to fall back on Seracia, wanted more than anything to drown out her enemy with sheer numbers, two of Alacritia's biggest packs could pretty much form a wall around Valhalla in comparison to most. Yet she couldn't bring the mayhem to her sister's door. Seeing Epiphron before, so happy, content with the life she had made after leaving Valhalla behind... shaking things up because of her own mistakes just didn't seem right. "War... how the hell am I supposed to fix this? Do I just let it happen?"
He lifted her chin, and she struggled not to lean on him further - instead lifting her head to meet his eyes. Her heart was hammering in her chest, but closing her azure eyes she would try and put it behind her. Yet with her eyes shut so tightly, it looked more like the woman was going to cry. "He has to be alright, I don't know what I would do without my husband." Her words were hushed, whispered with a hint of frenzy. She couldn't imagine her life without him.
Isardis? Starting a war?
She couldn't believe it. Although she had felled the King once, had challenged for one of his own just as they had challenged for hers, it had all escalated so quickly. Everything was wrong - she had destroyed something vital. Valhalla could no longer run as a neutral kingdom, as one of neutralities with some friends but no enemies. They had not only an enemy, but what could in due time become their sole oppressor. It scared her, she feared for her members, and it wasn't something that she could hide like her previous fears. Although he did not whine, she did, small and accidental, but it was only the tip of the iceberg in regards to her dread.
"I can't drag Seracia into this war Themisto - I can't. Epiphron and Maverick have a family, they're a new King and a new Queen. Valhallas enemies shouldn't be their enemies - it isn't fair." She wanted to fall back on Seracia, wanted more than anything to drown out her enemy with sheer numbers, two of Alacritia's biggest packs could pretty much form a wall around Valhalla in comparison to most. Yet she couldn't bring the mayhem to her sister's door. Seeing Epiphron before, so happy, content with the life she had made after leaving Valhalla behind... shaking things up because of her own mistakes just didn't seem right. "War... how the hell am I supposed to fix this? Do I just let it happen?"
He lifted her chin, and she struggled not to lean on him further - instead lifting her head to meet his eyes. Her heart was hammering in her chest, but closing her azure eyes she would try and put it behind her. Yet with her eyes shut so tightly, it looked more like the woman was going to cry. "He has to be alright, I don't know what I would do without my husband." Her words were hushed, whispered with a hint of frenzy. She couldn't imagine her life without him.