→ VERONIKA OF ZAPOLYA
WHILE THE OTHERS remain in the hall gossiping like hens, he’s already grown bored. It isn’t the first time he’s seen such a statement made, and it won’t be the last. Royalty and nobility is a c a n c e r . It’s a circle of spoiled children who always get their way until the day they don’t. And when they don’t they misbehave, throwing stones at one another until the ‘enemy’ falls. It’s a game that he’s forced to play despite the endless exhaustion that comes with it. Loyalty means little in his world, that much he knows.
His temporary freedom comes from the gardens. Normally filled to the brim with children and nobles alike, it’s eerily empty amongst all the chaos. While flowers do little for him, his dark eyes manage to study a lone lily that blooms alone in a sea of green. With calloused fingers he finds himself gently brushing the white petals. ❝ It seems beauty has found itself in such a wretched place. ❞ He whispers.
