#burthe

THE BORGIAS SENTENCES  ━  accepting.

                  “   i  ,  too  ,  am afraid of hope.   “   low tones relinquish roseate tiers   ━━    a mere murmur to his own ears  ;  for admitting such thing to the golden - tressed girl was the same as to admit contradiction between actions & beliefs.   “   it is important  , however  ,  to be brave enough to have fear and yet be hopeful, my lady.   “   calloused & broad palms clenched  (  wrong  , wrong  , WRONG  !  )  ,  he could not encourage the sentiment  :  hope is naught but a tricky  ,  deceiving feeling.

                                  a step forward   ━━   he is searching for her eyes  &  his  ,  once an ocean of cataclysmic waves  ,  now naught but halcyon  ;  lustre  ,   perfect mirror to her features  ,  a filter for lies.  “   and what happens if you cannot ?  what if you judge me unworthy of such ?  what if your heart refuses to do as you wish ? will you bear to be trapped in a lifelong union when both the parts are incapable of loving each other ?   “   UNIMAGINABLE  ,  undesirable that future is    ━━   expectations drowned  ;  the first son manipulated, after all  :  not much of a surprise.

                                      ❛   well,  if you think he’s so handsome,  why don’t you marry him?  i thought he was ODDLY RUDE.   and such a snob!  nay,  i heard the king is the handsomest brother,  with dark hair and eyes like a sunny winter’s day.  papa wants me to woo him.  DON’T YOU THINK I’D MAKE A FINE QUEEN?   ❜    cymbeline vainly twirls,  blue skirt fluttering in the wind  ;  delight colours cheeks rosy.     ❛   i’d make you my knight.  it’d be so lovely.   ❜  

❝   ━━  BIEL?   ❞    rozsa pauses mid-step,  honey-brown eyes darting over to the figure huddled over by the docks,  his clothes dirtied and sun-beaten.  it is his fair face she recognized him by  :  lips redder than blood,  his eyes hooded by dark brows,  complimented by features as fine as any nobleman’s.    ❝   by the gods,  you poor thing,  you look horrible!   when did you last eat?  come,  sweet man,  take my hand  ;  i have a loaf of bread and mead waiting at home.  no questions,  no protests!  i won’t leave you alone until i’ve seen you eat something.   ❞