[She knows that she's trembling like a leaf—whether out of fear or rage, she can no longer tell the difference between the two, this onslaught of emotions stirring and brewing into a violent tempest—and she balls her fists ever tighter to stem it. It's a poor attempt, because it only travels elsewhere, to the quiver of her lips and the slight buckling of her knees.
Because those words sting.
They sting as much as the night he had turned his back on her and walked away. As much as the nights that followed his departure.]
And what is that supposed to mean? I have remained loyal. Even here, I take my vows seriously.
[Whether it is because she wants to or has to, naught matters in the end. All that matters is that she is at her King's side, and more importantly, the side that will ensure she makes it through this in one piece.]
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Because those words sting.
They sting as much as the night he had turned his back on her and walked away. As much as the nights that followed his departure.]
And what is that supposed to mean? I have remained loyal. Even here, I take my vows seriously.
[Whether it is because she wants to or has to, naught matters in the end. All that matters is that she is at her King's side, and more importantly, the side that will ensure she makes it through this in one piece.]