#defiedking

❝ he who wields such power would make a suitable king for this world, don’t you think? ❞

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍,  𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄 !      ——-    goosebumps beneath black amber silk.    Power corrupts,   like a virus it consumes.   sometimes he doesn’t seem so harmless,   thinks she.     The princess’s gaze never falters,   ney,   eyebrows only knit,  even if slightly,   in the middle of adorned features.      ❛      King ?     ❜       she then asks,    although it had been more a rhetorical question than anything else.          

❛          you’re     .     .     .    ?          ❜

     her jaw locks; fangs gritting against one another in the sudden and harsh movement. she may have lost her height ----- may only be but a fraction of his height now, but that didn’t diminish the striking defiance that crested through her very being in the slightest. helm teeters back as her gaze snaps up to meet his. “you’ve become nothing but that man’s puppet ----- and a foolish one at that, zant.” 

a meme i lost , @defiedking

       melancholy —– that’s truly the only word she can use to describe this sweet, warm sadness that’s come to envelop her ‘pon such a confession. it resonates. catches her, not off guard, but a little too close to home. for it was a dream they, as a people, had all shared at some point in their long lives. 

      to once again set foot ‘pon that land they had been cast from. to revel in the warmth of the sun’s light. to make merry beneath the ever stretching blues of a sky they had never once been privy to see in person. to dwell in a light that didn’t scorch and sear their very skin the second it captured them within it’s glinting warmth. to be welcomed back into a land only their ancestors had thrived in.

      it was a dream shared by most within the tranquility of twilight. whether it be spoken aloud or kept close, safe and hidden from the waking world.  ——– it’s almost ironic, how fear had been the undoing of their ancestors, and how it would swiftly come again to burden them all once the veil of forced twilight finally lifted. 

      ”you must see how what you’ve done —- what you’re doing will cost us.” her jaw sets. a stubborn facade to stave off the still bitter fires of betrayal. it was a notion she could comprehend and share. but the air between had long since stifled, and thus left no room for any sort of camaraderie. 

Where’s the ‘stab’ button?

it was over.  there was nothing left on the battlefield,  all fire suffocated,  choked by those freezing depths  /  by death itself.   &   she faded to oblivion,  elle greyjoy had been submitted to the greatest enemy.  strange hands took her back then, pulling her away,  dragging her further into blood-shot numbness.  he fell without me.  he fell because of me.   &   now zora’s domain was but a painful memory,  piercing like a spear,  into this chest.  she’s alone,  kneeling,  the defeated party.  tears stained her face,  mouth twisted together in a constant sign of heartbreak.  she looks up without seeing,  quiet about  the restraints on her wrists,  busy with the weight of loss.  her mind dares to play a trick on her.   ❝   ghirahim ?   ❞   soon enough she sees through mistake,  dropping her head   &   resuming to weep silently.  zant doesn’t know ...  how much mental effort she'll put into keeping her sword spirit away.