@regalbrutality < weaves through her tone. βYou will have your chance at love, and all the things your heart desires.. but me? I die every night I return home to that man.. I share his bed... I... help me, brother... speak to our father!β
@regalbrutality < Surely he would have had his head by now if he knew. Yes, she thought, he surely didnβt.
The hand that caged him was delicately moved to place upon the curve of his jaw. Her thumb gently stoking his cheek as her lips parted to speak βBrotherβ she sighed, a sense of defeat >
@regalbrutality < that in that moment, words failed her.
βAm I to be dismissed all my life? Discarded and treated like a sheep for slaughter... canβt I just love someone and he could love me in return? Donβt I deserve happiness too?β
@regalbrutality < had their not been more to distract her thoughts. She halted in sight of those women, but consciously out of their line of hearing.
βHis grand master(prime minister), George! That elderly, horrible... β
She paused, parting her lips as if you continue but it was evident >