Lover's Eyes
02-07-2015, 07:59 AM
(This post was last modified: 02-07-2015, 07:59 AM by Epiphron.)
If only Amalia could understand the pain of looking into her wife's face, and seeing her own brother's life fading from his eyes; she was not her father, and yet her blood ran strong through his veins and seeing the face of an Armada was painful at best. Though her daughter seemed to dodge the question of the father of their children, she still wanted to know; and quietly filed the question away to ask Amalia privately later, for she sensed her daughter's frustration as she began to speak. Her sweet girl had grown alight with fire at her subtle jab at Isardis -- and though she stood strong against her daughter's passionate words, her gaze softened a bit. "Amalia, things more than just happened." she breathed softly, slight exasperation audible in her voice, though mostly she sounded tired. "I know Athena is not her father, but that will not stop me from being wary." Her words were straight-forward; there was no need to sugarcoat a truth that all of them knew anyway. "Isardis raped my niece, killed your uncle Syrinx before my very eyes." Her voice would crack slightly, unsteady as she told Amalia what had happened; unsure if she knew what had happened that day. "The Queen of Glaciem at the time -- whoever that bitch may be -- blinded your aunt Chrysanthe." The pain that the Armadas had caused her family was nearly unbearable. It was only expected that she be wary of their family, for their patriarch had been tainted with excessive pride and bloodlust; their bloodlines riddled with incest and over-breeding, or so the rumors went. Her tones, normally level and strong, quivered as the pain of the memories flooded her. She was utterly oblivious that the bitch she spoke of was Athena's mother. "I will do no wrong to Athena," she admitted after a long moment, taking in a sharp breath to level her breathing. It was no surprise that Athena herself said nothing of her harsh words -- for that, she was happy, for she was mostly talking to Amalia. Openly, as she might if her daughter was not married to an Armada. "But her trust will not be easily earned." Still, her gaze softened as she saw the way the pair looked at one another, and she noted the tenderness with which they touched. "I'd be happy to have you as a warrior here," she told Athena with a slow nod, though her gaze was still calculating and unsure. "And I am truly glad that the two of you came to me. I know it wasn't an easy thing." Her words were mostly directed to Athena. In what world would she ever imagine a daughter of Isardis coming to her, asking for a place among her ranks, wanting a home for her family? |
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