Post by Cass on Nov 14, 2011 13:32:19 GMT 10
Title: Far Too Long
Rating: PG
Words: 288
Prompt: #32 - Minor
Summary: Princess Maedryan sometimes thinks she is as good as forgotten.
Maedryan doesn't have a mother, and she doesn't have a father. She will have an empire, but it is hardly any consolation at all.
Her foster-parents do not allow themselves to love her. She is heir to all Namorn, heir to all her mother has built. She is not their child. All they can hope is that she will think of them fondly when she is ruler. They treat her well, but they walk around her on eggshells.
Her mother rarely writes. Berenene is a glittering portrait who she hears from once in a blue moon. Her mother professes to love her daughter, but Maedryan has precious few memories of the woman. The tales she hears, of the brilliant, flirtatious creature-- she doesn't know what to believe.
She hears of her mother's cousin Sandrilene, who defied the empress and chose her true family over her lands. Maedryan only wishes she had that option.
Everything she does is watched, recorded. She can feel the weight of the protective spells placed on her, of the amulets woven into the clothing she wears. She is perhaps the most precious, guarded possession that the empire has.
And it is all so pointless that she wants to scream. Her mother and the council are worried about her being kidnapped by some poor or ambitious soul? Let them abolish the kidnapping custom! Outlaw it, and perhaps she could live at court! Perhaps she could get to know her younger sisters-- Annerine is only six, after all, and could use some sisterly guidance, if she could even begin to relate to the girl.
She vows it, swears on the Syth: she will be a better ruler than her mother. She won't let anyone be forgotten.
Rating: PG
Words: 288
Prompt: #32 - Minor
Summary: Princess Maedryan sometimes thinks she is as good as forgotten.
Maedryan doesn't have a mother, and she doesn't have a father. She will have an empire, but it is hardly any consolation at all.
Her foster-parents do not allow themselves to love her. She is heir to all Namorn, heir to all her mother has built. She is not their child. All they can hope is that she will think of them fondly when she is ruler. They treat her well, but they walk around her on eggshells.
Her mother rarely writes. Berenene is a glittering portrait who she hears from once in a blue moon. Her mother professes to love her daughter, but Maedryan has precious few memories of the woman. The tales she hears, of the brilliant, flirtatious creature-- she doesn't know what to believe.
She hears of her mother's cousin Sandrilene, who defied the empress and chose her true family over her lands. Maedryan only wishes she had that option.
Everything she does is watched, recorded. She can feel the weight of the protective spells placed on her, of the amulets woven into the clothing she wears. She is perhaps the most precious, guarded possession that the empire has.
And it is all so pointless that she wants to scream. Her mother and the council are worried about her being kidnapped by some poor or ambitious soul? Let them abolish the kidnapping custom! Outlaw it, and perhaps she could live at court! Perhaps she could get to know her younger sisters-- Annerine is only six, after all, and could use some sisterly guidance, if she could even begin to relate to the girl.
She vows it, swears on the Syth: she will be a better ruler than her mother. She won't let anyone be forgotten.
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!