IN THE DARK
08-11-2014, 07:14 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-11-2014, 07:17 PM by Drashiel.)
Frailty does not suit a Queen but what monster would chide her for her pain? Certainly not he. She'd done the best she could and fate had answered her with nothing short of cruelty. Pain nested itself in his chest like a knife between his ribs at seeing her broken down like this and he didn't know what to even say. What words or deeds could possible soothe the heart of a parent who'd lost her children? even if they hadn't really had a chance to live.
Eyes drank in her form and he realized how young she suddenly seemed to him. Not in a youthful, liveliness sort of way but in a kindred sort of way. This burden. She didn't deserve it. "Oh Roman? I'm so sorry." He moved to rest his right side against her left, to offer her comfort and to guide her into the borders and toward his den. Isardis would certainly understand and Roman was close and loyal family after all. Really? of anyone? he'd always felt close to Roman. Perhaps even more than he had to Sal'krie. She'd saved his life. Been there to train him when it seemed like he was loosing everything. The least he could do was be there for her.
Drashiel took a few steps forward, waiting to see if Roman would follow before he took more. Ears flicked back at the whispered word 'failure'. "No." The word snapped from his lips. "Never Roman, you are far from a failure. You are proud Queen of Regium, your very name drove your enemies in cowardice from their homelands." His voice picked up in volumne and pitch before breaking off suddenly as he turned away. "But what are kings and queens to the hands of fate that will so willingly wring us dry of our very lives?" Above him another rumble of thunder rolled overhead.