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THE HIGHLORD AND HIS STEWARD. 

❛   wh   -   ❜    so james really hadn’t been able to keep sirius away from the willow.    remus reckoned he could hardly blame his friend.    james,    that was,    not sirius.    in fact,    remus was fairly certain that he didn’t need to wait another hour for the crushing and crippling pain to overtake his body in order to snap sirius in two.    he could do it now,    where sirius stood,    if the other dared to get any closer.     from where he sat on the cold hard floor of the shack bedroom,    he ducked his head down,     the soft heels of his palms pressing hard against his eyes,    elbows resting on his knees.    

❛   for the last time,    go away.   ❜     a futile attempt.     now especially,     when he was unlikely to keep fighting,     when even the little pillars of light sifting in through the cracks in the wooden planks sealing the windows was too strong,    when even his own voice though he didn’t raise it much more beyond a hushed murmur was too loud.     he changed his mind.    remus was going to kill james tomorrow,     after moony had had his fun spatchcocking sirius. 

            those won’t do,     she thought to herself,    or at least she had intended to.    before she could catch herself,     the words were already out and the disapproving tone of her voice took even jude by surprise.     there was something so undeniably alluring about the conjunction of their environment,     in which she felt only slightly more at home than her companion,     and doubtlessly the upper hand she had when she stood in the middle of her room   ( though she’d be hard-pressed to even call it that )    speaking with authority on matters about which no royal title could grant cardan even the slightest bit of knowledge.  

              cruelty was uncalled for,     especially now after undergoing as many tribulations as they did.     something stirred inside of her   -    satisfaction?    that there was something she finally mastered before he did?     playfulness?     the desire to get back at him in whatever minimal and inconsequential way she could?    he could pay her with all the gold of elfhame and she would still not deprive herself of this moment.     

         ‘ are you ever going to give me an actual sentence to write, or is it just going to be you praising yourself forever? ‘ today had been another litany of his own praises. his looks, his charm, his talent as a lover. she was honestly going to scream if she had to write his name one more time. 

        the pain was centralized around her forehead, leaking into a tension in her neck, her shoulders. she knew it was stress, the pressure of attempting to form a new government from the wreckage of the empire. the fight wasn’t even over, the rebellion still finishing off the last holdouts of imperial forces. and yet her role had shifted from general to senator. when he walked in, she was only half joking when she asked, ‘ can we just go away for a few days? take a break? ‘ they had earned that, hadn’t they?