#alliesturnedenemies

Cris pursed his lips as he eyed the headstone of the late former Vice Legate, snowy hair and long black coat stirring in the breeze, as fallen leaves rustled by. Pale features were thoughtful, and slightly regretful, the hint of a frown creasing the scar that crossed his face. “What happened to you, Countess. At one time we were allies...people of like mind, or so I thought. You were royalist. And then something changed... you changed.” He shook his head in disappointment, “You became my enemy... and an enemy of the state and yourself. You’ve no one to blame but you for being with Grenth now. But while I would have killed you myself after what you pulled at your trial... I regret that it came to this, and that your fate is to lie in the cold ground. You deserved better then this, once upon a time. Such wasted potential...” Cris sighed again, and took a single rose from inside his coat, and knelt upon the cool turf to lay it at the base of the monument, “I hope you are at peace, now, my Lady, and that Grenth has judged you fairly and found you not wanting. Whatever we were in the end, I will remember you as you were...and as you could have been. Farewell, Countess Lovine” With that he’d turn away and depart to leave the marker alone, to weather the wind and time as the only lasting evidence a once great woman ever existed.