#corvium

“‘As you enter, you pray to leave. As you leave, you pray to never return.’

My fingers curl against the areas of my throne, begging to carve the iron into ragged pieces. At home, the many metal galleries of Ridge House made for easy therapy. I could destroy in peace. Channel my fresh rage into ____ changing ____, without having to worry about what anyone else might think. I wonder if I might find some privacy here in Corvium to do just that. The promise of such release keeps me sane. I scratch the clawed ring on my chair, metal on metal. Soft enough that only Mother hears. She can’t scold me for it, not in front of the rest of out strange council. If I have to be on display, I might as well enjoy the few advantages. Finally, I wrench my thoughts away from Anabel’s vulnerable neck and Elane’s absence. If I’m going to figure a way out of my father’s plan, I have to at least pay attention.

oh, goodness, no ; if i wanted to blackmail you, there are far more interesting tidbits i could recall.

I merely desire to rightly deserve that which I'm owed, my lord.

[ / calmly tightens the strings of the eyepatch behind the earl's head. ]