HELLO, I'M YOUR MARTYR
11-02-2013, 10:46 PM
She knew the weight of her sacrifice, knew what she was doing. It was what she?d been taught to do from her early days with her family; devote your life to your loved ones. She?d been taught to be a servant, a dispensable life, and she was. She didn?t expect his violet protest, and her gaze weakened upon him as he protested her, as he started to cry. And yet now her resolve was strong; her legs did not shake, her body remained calm, her face a smooth landscape. ?It is no less than I would do for Isardis, for my pack, for my children,? she told him. ?If I do not do all that I can to protect those that I love, I will have gone against who I am. I did that once, when Isardis attacked you. This is all I can do, all that I know will stop him,? she said. She was terrified of death, and yet now she seemed placid about it, as if embracing it would be like embracing an old, distant friend. And yet her eyes faltered as she looked upon the ruler, who cried for her, who loved her genuinely, whom she wanted to embrace. And yet, this time, she didn?t. There was a line in the sand, and if he crossed it she would not reject him, but the silver knight would no longer hurt him. ?You know, my family growing up raised me to be a slave. That was the custom for girls my age. We were to be taught how to fight and defend, and then my father would give his daughters to passing alphas as personal guards, servants. We were trained that the only honorable death is in the protection of those we value, and I cannot count the number of sisters who died before they were four,? she said, remembering her sisters well. ?Do not cry for me, Taurig. I am nothing but a servant following through on her duty. I owe you a debt; I?ve hurt you one too many times,? she said, and with this she would start to feel the tears well up in her eyes. |
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