How are all those people who were celebrating and applauding Trump’s terrorist intervention in Venezuela doing now that he’s come out and said María Corina Machado is “too unpopular” to be president ergo it’ll be the US who step in to run the country for the time being, indefinitely, until they “find” someone? Everything okay at home? How’s that whole “replacing one dictator with another” thing going, especially when this one is also going to strip you of every last resource you might have used to negotiate or apply international pressure?
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Tw: mention domestic violence, in general Galene’s father is a creep.
Spirit Animal: Fox
Origin: A coastal peninsula in the Western Mediterranean
Family: Father (fisherman), younger brother Pyrros, deceased mother Chryseis
Role in Ithaca: Lady-in-training under Eudora, cook, senior attendant to Penelope
Galene was born where cliffs fall sharply into blue, in a small fishing settlement that lived and prayed under the gaze of Poseidon. Her father was a fisherman hardened by salt and storm; her mother Chryseis was a woman with a voice like a calm tide, a noble woman who escaped to marry a mere nobody, who named her daughter Galene — “calm seas” — during a storm that nearly swallowed their home.
Her childhood ended early.
Her mother died giving birth to her brother, Pyrros. Grief hollowed her father from the inside out, filling the empty space with drink, guilt, and a desperate love that twisted into obsession. He blamed the boy for the death of his wife, and clung to Galene as though she was Chryseis reborn — stroking her hair, whispering that she would never leave him, that she belonged to him alone.
He never dared to cross the line fully, but his touches were wrong, the words worse. He became possessive, jealous, threatening to kill her if she ever “betrayed” him as her mother had by dying.
And whenever he could not cross the line, he, as Galene shielded her brother from his violent hits, he would hit harder, punishing her for something he couldn’t do, to ruin her, in case someone else wanted her.
So Galene grew up twice as fast: mother to Pyrros, mediator to her father, keeper of peace in a collapsing home.
When the debts grew too heavy, he sold her.
She was purchased for Queen Penelope’s household, where she arrived silent, frightened, and clumsy — a girl who had never been allowed friends, laughter, or the outside world.
Everything changed when she met Eudora, a noblewoman who saw in Galene not a servant but a wounded mind with a sharp, fox-like intelligence, plus Galene reminded her of her sister who went missing years ago, to escape with a mere nobody. Eudora took her under her protection, teaching her speech, etiquette, strategy, and horsemanship. She even planned to adopt both Galene and Pyrros — but Odysseus had not yet returned to grant permission. (There’s the need of the king if you want to take one of the royal guards out of the household/palace, which Pyrros is)
Still, under Eudora’s care, the frightened girl became a poised young woman capable of navigating court with quiet cunning. The fox inside her learned how to survive without being hunted.
• Fiercely loyal — especially to her brother Pyrros
• Emotionally reserved — but watchful, observant, strategic
• Intuitive — reads people the way her mother once read tides
• Drawn to the sea — her safest memory and deepest grief
• Still healing — from a past she never speaks of
• Still hopeful — though she hides that hope from herself
Her name means calm seas, a blessing from her mother.
Her spirit, the fox, embodies clever survival, soft-footed grace, and the brilliance of someone who learned early that safety lies in watching everything.
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MELIA OF THE SUNFIELDS
Spirit Animal: Hedgehog
Origin: Rural Mediterranean farmlands
Family: Devout followers of Hera
Role in Ithaca: Palace attendant and discipline keeper
Melia was born the eldest daughter of simple, devout farmers. From infancy she was raised to be the perfect wife, the perfect mother, the perfect woman for Hera’s altar. Her life smelled of barley, olive leaves, and incense; her hands were always busy, her back always straight.
Suitors gathered outside temples on feast days, watching young women exit after offerings to Hera. Melia despised them all — the hungry eyes, the presumptions, the way they believed her life existed for their choosing.
Then he arrived.
A young general, arrogant, confident, unbearably certain of his own charm. Melia disliked him instantly — which amused him. He pursued her with a stubborn dedication she mistook for vanity until, slowly, he revealed something softer: steady admiration, patience, sincerity.
He once brought her sunflowers once and told her:
“Just as they turn to the sun, I am drawn to you.”
It was the first sentence that ever softened her guard.
Their families arranged the marriage. They were to wed after his return from a brief campaign.
He never came back.
Only his armor did.
Melia kept it. She polished it every year. She folded grief into discipline, pain into silence. Ten years passed and she still counts the days.
Galene brought her to Penelope’s palace, insisting that Melia’s strength belonged somewhere it could be honored. And indeed, within the queen’s halls, Melia became indispensable — firm, reliable, unwavering.
She is:
• Gentle in touch, rigid in discipline
• Soft-spoken, yet capable of shutting down quarrels with a single glance
• Devoted to Penelope — admires her strength, mourns her suffering
• Deeply loyal — but trusts few
• Stoic — grief polished into quiet pride
• Romantic at heart — though she denies it fiercely
• Laughs only with her friends — small, private, rare
Melia keeps her past in a locked chest. Only Galene — and recently Tamasvi — have seen what lies inside.
Her name, Melia, means ash-tree — a symbol of enduring feminine strength.
Her spirit animal, the hedgehog, reflects her nature: soft at heart, protected by armor she built herself.
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TAMASVI OF THE DUSK LANDS
Spirit Animal: Ram
Origin: A coastal village on the Indian subcontinent
Role in Ithaca: At starters Night servant, oil-maker, caretaker of lamps, after she started to dance traditional dances to entertain the suitors
Theme: Stillness is not surrender.
Tamasvi was born at twilight, when the sky turns dusky violet. Her mother said she arrived “as quietly as dusk itself,” too calm for a newborn, as if already listening to the world.
Her family was neither cruel nor kind. Duty was honored; silence was expected. Mistakes were met not with shouting but with disappointment — a colder, sharper blade. She learned to fold herself small, to keep emotions tidy and hidden.
At twelve, she was sent away to repay a debt. She kissed her mother’s hand without crying — they approved of that — and was handed to a merchant caravan as if she were a bundle of fine incense.
They promised she would serve nobility.
They lied.
She was traded from Egypt to Arabia to nameless coastal cities — too quiet to resist, too young to understand, too polite to fight. Many hands passed her along, some gentle, some cruel. She survived by becoming invisible.
At last, she reached Ithaca.
Penelope did not greet her with affection, but neither with harm — only a weary softness of a woman who had lost too much to ever mistreat another girl. At the start Tamasvi was placed on the night shift, where she lit lamps, polished marble, soothed aching muscles with fragrant oil, and moved like a whisper through dark corridors.
She would have lived as a ghost if Galene had not noticed her.
Galene offered words — slow, patient, simple ones. Herbs became vocabulary. Shared silence became sisterhood. Later, Melia joined them, teasing Tamasvi, guiding her, feeding her honeyed bread while calling her “little dusk.”
And for the first time, Tamasvi belonged to something that did not demand silence — only presence.
She still thinks of her brother Viresh, reason why she reached Ithaca in the first place. But she does not want to return. He let her be sold. He told himself it was protection. She knows better.
“A brother who loves you does not trade you like perfume.”
She no longer waits to be rescued.
She is:
• Introverted, but not fragile
• Gentle, observant — notices what others overlook
• Soft-spoken — words chosen carefully
• Resilient — quiet strength born from endurance
• Compassionate — expert with oils and healing touches
• Emotionally private — shame stitched deep, slowly unlearning it
• Easily overlooked — but unforgettable to those who truly see her
Her name, Tamasvi, means “she who is like dusk.”
Her spirit animal, the ram, represents determined quiet strength — not loud, but unmovable when it matters.
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TODAY 09 OF DECEMBER ITS MY BIRTHDAY! UGH I FEEL SO OLD…21…
Teeheehee, I've been excited to post this one! Dove is getting the princess treatment she deserves, whether she wants it or not…
I do have a bit of a surprise with this one tho, so we're gonna start with a bit of a flashback ;)
Dove Masterlist:
Camellia
Crickets chirp in a layered symphony, their song a lullaby of the forest they call home. Moonlight dimly scatters over the leaves of tall trees that stretch into the clear night sky. Two pairs of feet thump through a narrow dirt path, a young girl laughing as she races through the night, weaving around flora as a boy calls after her.
The boy shouts her name before his voice drops to a hush whisper. “Someone’s going to hear you! You’ll get the both of us in trouble!”
“Lighten up, Jiejie.” The girl giggles, looking back to her friend without slowing down. “The only one who lives close enough to hear us is Mrs. Shan, and everyone says she can’t hear anything anymore. She’s too old!”
The boy quickens his pace, and the girl slows down enough for him to catch up. “Still, what if there’s something out here?” He looks to and fro as he speaks, scanning for any sign of something lurking in the shadows.
The little girl lets out an overly-dramatic groan. “Now you’re just being ridiculous. We come down here all the time! What, are you afraid a toad is gonna jump at you?” She grins, mischief written on her face as she grabs her friend’s arm.
The boy jumps, shooting her a frown. “No! I’m not afraid of little things.”
“Then, come on!” She lets the boy go, running ahead and calling for him over her shoulder. The boy gives a shout before running after her, but it doesn’t take long for her to outrun him. He’s always been a slow runner.
The little girl sprints ahead, only slowing once she loses sight of her friend. Her pace slows to a stroll, taking her time as she waits for her favourite boy to catch up. She knows she was overexaggerating about his fears, but when she did stuff like that he always had the funniest reactions.
The girl catches sight of something on the side of the path and slows to a stop. A blooming purple flower, one unlike what she’s seen before perks her interest. She crouches down by it, her head tilting with fascination.
She reaches out a hand to inspect the petals when her arm is grabbed. “Careful!” Jie warns, crouching down with her. He lets go once her hand retreats back to her side. “You can’t just touch any pretty plants you see, stupid.”
“Hey, don’t call me stupid!” She pouts.
The boy huffs, clearly annoyed. “That’s what you are, stupid. Especially if you touch that.” He points to the flower, turning his attention to it.
“It’s monkshood, my father says to watch out for it, because every part of it is poisonous! Especially the roots.” The little girl rolls her eyes, recognising the start of one of the boy’s spiels. “He says there’s no cure if it gets you sick, you just have to monitor the person’s symptoms and make sure they stay in stable condition. Some people use it as medicine, but it’s still really dangerous, you have to be careful if you try–.”
The young girl yawns loudly, the boy sending her a scowl as she does. “Okay, I get it. Don’t touch the pretty flower.” She unveils an implike grin at the face he makes at her. Sometimes, Jie likes to get lost in his words, he might ramble on for hours if she let him have the peace to do it. Maybe he can find himself a job where all he does is talk, with how much he already loves chattering.
Jie sighs, looking away before a grin of his own appears. “You know… my father says that some people dip their weapons in the poison for hunting.”
“Really?” She gasps, the boy’s smile growing larger now that he has her interest piqued.
He still can’t stop himself from rolling his eyes over her excitement, his smile still present. “You’re a very violent person.”
“I’m a very strong person!” She jumps up, a fist raised into the air.
Her passion does little to stir her friend, who remains crouched. “You only care about fighting.”
The girl frowns. “No… I mean, fighting is pretty cool, isn’t it?” She asks, sitting on her knees to face him. “Don’t you wanna know how to fight? You can use that flower or something, then BAM!” She jabs the side of her fist into her chest, grunting in faux-pain and throwing herself backwards, to the ground.
The boy laughs, amusement from her antics clear. “You’re crazy.”
“No, I’m dead.” She corrects him, eyes closed as her corpse remains unanimated on the ground. “You said there’s no cure for that purple flower.”
“Monkshood.”
“Whatever.”
“Fine, then. I’ll make one!” He shouts, and before the girl can open her eyes, the boy slams his hands onto her stomach. She lurches up from the impact with a cough, the surprise quickly giving way to laughter.
The boy goes to speak, but stops himself when the two hear a thud further along the path. Jie jumps a bit at the sound, the softest squeak escaping his throat as the girl jumps to her feet. “Baby.” She teases, looking down at the boy, now shooting her an icy glare.
“Am not!” He frowns, but she pays him no mind.
“What was that?” She thinks aloud, her feet moving towards the source before she can even realise what she’s doing.
The boy’s eyes go wide. “Hey, wait for me!” He shouts, following after her.
Slowing down enough for her friend, the two follow where they heard the noise further down the path, to a baby bird on the ground. Jie is quick to step in front of his friend and kneel down to the bird
“Is it hurt, Jie?” The girl looks over his shoulder before kneeling down as well, scooping the bird into her hands.
The boy frowns, looking over the bird as it lets out a weak chirp. “It looks a little disoriented. Maybe we should go back.” He suggests, looking back from where the two walked from, the girl yawning a bit as he does. “I can ask my father to–”
Before he can finish, the bird flies off. The girl blinks a bit in confusion, a question washing over her mind as Jie hums. “…Oh. Nevermind, I guess.”
“Why would a baby bird be flying around at night?” She asks, looking up at her friend.
The boy’s brows furrow, his gaze turning to look out towards the the forest. “I don’t know…” He mumbles, peering into the shadows. “Let’s go back home.”
“What?” The girl squeaks while her friend stands. She quickly follows after him as he begins to walk back to where they came from. “But you said you wanted to show me something by the pond!”
“I said it was on the way to the pond. You passed it when you ran ahead.” He corrects her, sending her another annoyed frown.
“Oh.”
His frown gives way to a small smile, and he takes her hand in his. “Come on, I can show you on the way.”
The boy’s smile is almost contagious, the little girl’s lips quirking upward as she lets Jie lead her to whatever it is he has to show.
The two run together, hand in hand, only slowing once the boy strays from the dirt path. He takes the lead, guiding his friend under low-hanging branches, through vines and over fallen logs. It doesn’t take long before they come across several shrubs littered with flowers, vibrant reds dispersed over green leaves. The flowers have large rounded petals, all layered over top of one another with dozens of golden stamen in their centre.
The girl inspects the flora with delight. “Woah, what are they?”
“Camellia flowers.” Jie explains, letting go of her hand to pick one of the flowers. “My father took me with him to pick some for mother. He said something about their p-petals and th-the calyx…” He starts to stutter, looking back to his friend with a shy smile before averting his eyes.
“I know you think that stuff is boring, though. I just– I thought you would like one ‘cause they’re pretty.” He holds the flower out to the girl, his face starting to warm.
The girl looks down at the flower, then back to him, a smile growing on her face. “It is pretty, Jiejie.” She accepts the flower, taking the opportunity to give the boy a quick peck on his cheek.
His face bursts into a red as bright as the camellia in her hand, the reaction sending the girl into a fit of giggles as she turns away. “Come on, I thought you wanted to go back home!” She calls back before running ahead. If she goes fast enough, she can blame her own flushed cheeks on being out of breath.
The boy's steps thump from behind, his startled voice shouting her name. “Wait for me!”
The clack of a door closing draws you away from your daydreams, and you realise for the first time since you’ve left the post house that you are finally alone.
You look around the room given to you, one that is much more spacious than what you stayed the last night in. Your weapons lay by your new bed, which alone could have taken up more than half of the space in that small room! To the left of the bed, a large round window gives you access to a view of the gardens, an area of them you hadn’t noticed in your last visit. To the right is the door that leads to the hall, and the door opposite of the bed led to the room where the palace ladies who just left had bathed you. The ladies had put you into what has to be the most luxurious hanfu you have ever worn behind the folding screen that stood adjacent to the room you bathed in.
The robes are a deep green, the collar trimmed in white. The skirt and sleeves are embroidered in white as well, with swirling patterns that furl out into wings, ironically enough. A green tassel hangs from a white sash, a small jade pendant tied to it.
Those women had also done your makeup, and you couldn’t help but zone out as they dressed you up. Having so many hands touching up your hair and putting it up, brushes in your face colouring your lips and lining your eyes, it’s all treatment you aren’t used to. At least you have a moment to yourself now to think.
You fall back onto the bed, feeling the stress of your situation weighing you down. Even coherent thoughts feel like a challenge after everything that’s happened in the last few hours. You can’t marry some random prince! What would Moksa say to you now, what would Guan Yin do?! Why would this Jian Yu even want to marry you? What, did he take you saving his life as some kind of courtship? How could Sun Wukong accept such an offer on your behalf?!
As though the demon can hear your thoughts, a thump by your window alerts you to another’s presence. You look up to see the monkey demon sitting in the window, taking a bite out of a mango while he hums. “I thought those girls would never leave.”
You jump to your feet when you see him, fixing the monkey with a glare while his face drops a bit. “Woah…” He looks down at your attire for a moment before his eyes find their way back up to your face. He leans against the window, a grin pulling at his lips while a single brow props up. “Did they pamper you enough, princess?”
His comment isn’t acknowledged as you march up to the simian and drag him into the room, throwing him to the ground. He quickly raises his hands in defence as you grip onto the lapels of his shirt. “I come in peace!” He shouts, your eyes narrowing while his grow large.
“If you aren’t apologising profusely for doing this to me, I don’t want to hear it!” You hiss, your grip on the demon tightening.
He cracks a smile. “How about an explanation?”
You're silent for a moment, your stare hardening into a grimace as you grit your teeth. “Speak.”
“You weren’t with us when we spoke to the king yesterday.” He starts, getting back to his feet once he pries your fingers off of him. “Tripitaka was putting it lightly when he said the guy is sensitive, he tried to have Pigsy killed for speaking out. Do you think he would be lenient if you refuse his son?”
“So your solution is to wed me off to a stranger?!” You scowl while he smooths out his lapels.
The demon scoffs at the question, fixing you with an offended look. “No! Once Tripitaka has his papers recertified, we can have you sneak out of the palace walls and we will be on our way.”
You find yourself understanding Wukong’s process of thought, his plan making sense. If the king spoke to them the same way his son spoke to that servant yesterday, it wouldn’t surprise you if these royals were on the more uptight side. It still does nothing to make this situation feel better than what it is. “You couldn’t have communicated that any better?”
“I figured you would catch on.” He shrugs, and you groan in response. Of course he did, it’d be a miracle if he ever explained what he was doing before doing it.
Too mentally exhausted to do anything else, you lay back on the bed, an exasperated sigh escaping your lips. The monkey standing in the room with you grows silent as you turn onto your side, your back facing him. He approaches the bed and takes a seat next to you. “You smell nice.”
“They put oils in my bath.” You respond curtly, back still to the demon.
“…You still seem upset.”
“Of course I am!” You snap, whipping your head back to face him and making him flinch slightly in surprise. You soften a bit at his reaction, not meaning to come off so harsh. “I– I don’t want to see him again.”
As you sit up, the sage furrows his brows with confusion. “Who, the prince? What, was he that bad?”
You shake your head. “He just…” What are you supposed to do when you see him again? What if you look at this Jian Yu and can only see Da Jie? Just the way he looked at you in the garden… you don’t want to think about it.
The silence stretches between you before a hand rests on your shoulder. “All you have to do is play the part of the soon-to-be bride, then we can all get out of here.” He reassures you, squeezing your shoulder a bit in comfort. “The others and I will meet with you again later today, and if you really want, I can stay close by in case you need me.”
You look up at him, frown softening as you put your hand over the one on your shoulder. “You better.”
He smiles at your words, exhaling a bit through his nose as he glances down at your hand over his own. His ear twitches for a moment before sighing and his hand retreats. “Call me if you need anything, Ol’ Monkey will be close enough to hear you.” He winks, getting up and turning over to the door leading to the bath.
You frown. “I don’t think you need to stay that close.”
“No, I just want to find whatever oils they used for you.” He calls out from the room. “Maybe I could smell as nice as you.”
That earns him a snicker, and you roll your eyes at his antics. “You’ll need more than a few oils for that.”
You hear him laugh, and in a moment he exits, moving to the window before hopping onto its ledge. You follow him to the window when he turns back to look at you. “Don’t forget, you’ve played my elderly brother before, I’m sure you can play the smitten bird-warrior for a little while.” He reassures you, making you shake your head with a smile at the reminder.
“Oh, I am incredibly honoured to have your hand, My Prince.” You flutter your eyelashes in mock-awe. “Even though I am a devout buddhist monk, on my way to bring scriptures from the Buddha himself to the east, I will happily cease my travels to be with you.”
Your friend lets out a dry laugh. “Ha-ha, cut it out.”
“Oh, whatever do you mean?!”
“Okay, goodbye, I’ll be close.”
The door to your room opens and the demon jumps from your window. You quickly turn to face the newcomer, one of the women who had helped you get ready earlier.
“The prince requests your presence.” She says, and you feel yourself stiffen at the words. With Monkey there just moments before, the entire situation felt less real. “I will take you to him.”
You guess this is it. With a deep breath, you let the woman guide you out of your room and through the halls of the palace. The walk is silent, leaving room for your ever-growing thoughts as they begin to unravel in your mind. You have to remind yourself that all you have to do is play along. Tripitaka’s papers get sorted out with the king, and you can fly out of here and act like none of this ever happened.
The path the servant takes becomes one you recognise, and before you know it, you find yourself in the same gardens from the other day. You are guided down the same path you saw that man with the flowers take, leading you to the bridge where the prince awaits.
Your eyes drift to the ground as the woman announces your presence before being dismissed. Once she leaves, you step onto the bridge to join him, the air tightening around you as you do.
The prince calls you by name, his voice much kinder than what you remember it being yesterday. When you look up, you notice he is holding something wrapped in silk. “It is a pleasure to finally meet you properly.”
“Certainly.” You bow in greeting, your eyes wandering to the pond as you feel an awkward smile stick itself to your face. “You must forgive me… I am not sure how this is meant to work. There is meant to be… uh… negotiations, correct?”
“Negotiations?” The man hums in confusion before chuckling. “Do you mean the dowry? You needn’t worry over any of the complications. In fact, I have already seen to it that they are discussed with your travelling companions. I believe they are already on the grounds discussing that very matter now.”
You can’t help but frown, shouldn’t you be present for that? You weren’t all that interested in the process of getting married when you were younger, so you never really learned much about the details of how it all happened. By the time you became a disciple of Guan Yin, there was no reason for you to learn about it anyways.
“I would like to thank you for saving my life yesterday.” He takes your hand, and you look up to see his smile. He hands you the wrapped gift, lifting the silk to reveal a golden hairpin, the end blooming into a flower with jade in its centre.
You down at the gift in surprise. “It is beautiful, Your Highness, thank you.”
“Please, call me Jian Yu. We are to be married, after all.” He reminds you, the corner of your lips twitching as he does.
It takes a bit of strain to keep your smile. “Yes…” You glance away back at the water, keeping your hold of the gift tight in your grasp.
“That is, if we see this wedding through.”
Your head swivels back to look at the prince, all pretences of your polite facade dropping the moment those words come out of his mouth “What?” For the first time since the attack, you look him in the eyes. That same uncanny feeling washes over you again as you take in his resemblance to your friend, though his eyes now hold something else, something calculating.
His eyes gleam with amusement over your reaction, a sly smirk revealing itself. “Tell me, what were you doing here yesterday?”
The question takes you a bit off guard. “I caught sight of a servant carrying monkshood, Your– um, Jian Yu. I was only curious, so I followed him.” You explain, a bout of nerves tangling as you feel his eyes studying you.
“Hmm, so you are familiar with the plant?” He hums in seeming curiosity.
“I only know of it, the flower grew near my childhood home.” You respond, the stress of his gaze finally lifting once he turns away.
He walks further up the bridge, muttering to himself. “Interesting.”
You frown a bit, unable to decipher his mumbling nor whatever this process of thought he had. He proposes but alludes to no wedding? Why even ask you? What is the point of you being here?
“Please, forgive my bluntness, but what did you mean by, ‘if we see this wedding through’?” You ask, getting him to look back at you with those wide eyes before letting out a laugh.
He shakes his head in amusement. “There is no need to apologise, I am sure you have been confused over this entire matter. I know you and your companions are buddhist monks, it would not make sense for me to ask for your hand.”
Okay, now you’re really confused. “But… you did ask.”
“I know.” He smiles, and the look of bafflement on your face must have been enough for him to decide he should explain further. He takes your hand again, pulling you closer as his voice drops to a whisper. “Think of this engagement as a ruse. I would like to ask for your help, but no one can know.”
His words leave you puzzled. “So you want to fake an engagement to throw everyone off? What do you even want my help with?” He frowns at the question, looking up and scanning the surrounding area before leaning closer to you. It takes some willpower not to move away when he does.
“There are very few I trust now, and if you wanted me dead, you would not have saved me.” He explains, his eyes shifting to either side of the bridge while he speaks.
You step back, creating some space between the two of you as he continues. “I need help uncovering who it was who tried to assassinate me yesterday. I can call the wedding off after you do this for me, then you and your friends can continue on your journey.”
It takes a moment for you to digest your words. After spiralling over this whole ‘marriage’ disaster all day and finally coming to terms with how Wukong signed you up for this, now you are being told it’s been a lie to serve for the prince’s investigation?
This is all too much.”Why can’t you send your guards to find them? Is that not their duty, to protect you?”
“As I said, there are few that I trust in this place. That includes the guards.” He explains, and you feel as though you have to turn away. You lean back against the railing, taking in the insanity of this all. What does he even expect you to do? How can you even begin? You fight demons and relieve anxiety, this is quite outside your comfort zone.
It seems the prince is able to sense your conflict, and you feel him take your hand once again. “Please, I will beg if I have to.” You look back at him, your breath getting caught in your throat when you find his eyes pleading. “This is more important than you know. Not just for my own life… I will give you anything.”
You can’t look away from him, his eyes… the panic on his face. You can still smell the stench of smoke around him, feel that boiling heat every time you look at him. You hear every scrape and clank of metal from that night, and his screams…
“I do not need anything you could give me.” You manage to pry your gaze away from him, looking over your shoulder as a sombre look finds itself on your face. “But… I could not live with myself if I were to refuse you. So yes, I will help you.” You can only hope this will end well.
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