Sep 27, 2024
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
An ending tag/extra scene for a little angst and hurt/comfort. As the fandom tropes go.
Summary: It was difficult to accept that the brightness of Mara’s eyes as she gazed at him in the litter, her triumphant grin as she spoke of soon being his countess-wife, had fled beneath the beating wings of truth. Gods above, here was truth: grievous wounds were not erased by the changing of one ruler for another. In the dazzling throne-room, in the Street of the Sycamores, Sheftu had plucked hope like a flower, even while he should have heeded its thorn.
