@divaenium: if you keep your vision clear you will see the future. what happens in our future is our own responsibility.
the weight of seth’s words is a legacy of wisdom; a dollop of honeyed knowledge granted to the sieve of the younger ruler’s mind. the empress envisioned a future for her empire that was nothing less of perfection, and though the road was long and fraught with turmoil, nothing stood in her way. not even her own lamentation. nor the love and grief of a bereaved mother for her own children.
mary, too, once had a vision for her country. but the true sight of her greatest love had been clouded. carefully laid plans became cinders in the air, and she had built castles in the sky to accommodate for the queenship of her younger sister. we will rule together. esther’s lips grow thin at the memory of her sister’s pressed to her temple. the girl still refused to believe sentimentality was such a true weakness.
❝ your maj— seth, ❞ esther corrects herself automatically, stumbling over her words. a long time ago the younger girl told her to call her by her name: not as a subject, but as a friend. now she has been entrusted with her own kingdom and better understands. although esther feels as though there are still eons between them to be considered as equals, she does her best to walk in the shadow of the great mother’s sagacity. ❝ our duty is truly great. not just to our future, but the world’s... however... is it possible to reconcile clarity with love? i feel as if my judgement rests upon the latter. ❞
