Post by imaginemi on Dec 15, 2013 9:05:24 GMT 10
Title: Sweet Solitude
Rating: G
For: max
Prompt: Berenene as a girl
Summary: Every night she escaped the palace and its stifling maze of courtiers to the flowers she loved.
Notes: I must say I love Berenene's character (and the people she's based off) and how Berenene's the antagonist and yet not a bad person, and even a good ruler. Hope you like this, max!
Berenene slipped out of the palace through a secret passageway she had discovered long ago, her bare feet making no sound against the soft ground. Moonlight shone, turning the garden pond into a pool of silver. Though she didn’t need to - the gardeners were used to her and liked her better than her father - Berenene giggled softly to herself and melted into the shadows where she couldn’t be seen. Concealing herself, escaping notice, was not her strength (Her tutor’s constant refrain. “Don’t be so bold, your highness! You’re not the Empress!”), but she’d attacked it with all her usual fervor and will and finally mastered the skill.
The flowers, the few flowers her father had, white and pink and orange and blue, colors softened in the evening, seemed to turn their faces towards her as she passed. Berenene smiled, bending down to kiss one and smell its sweet scent. Flowers were so lovely the way people weren’t, always silent, always beautiful, always welcoming. (Her father’s silent hatred and not-so-silent scoldings; her brothers’ loud mocking that she could never reciprocate, always ringing in the background.) And they loved her the way people didn’t, were as honest as the dirt they grew in. Berenene dropped in a patch of empty grass, enjoying the way it seemed to cushion her, allowing, in her solitude, her skirts to crumple beneath her. She relaxed, breathing in to savor the smell of growth.
It was refreshingly different from the palace life that normally surrounded her.
Rating: G
For: max
Prompt: Berenene as a girl
Summary: Every night she escaped the palace and its stifling maze of courtiers to the flowers she loved.
Notes: I must say I love Berenene's character (and the people she's based off) and how Berenene's the antagonist and yet not a bad person, and even a good ruler. Hope you like this, max!
Berenene slipped out of the palace through a secret passageway she had discovered long ago, her bare feet making no sound against the soft ground. Moonlight shone, turning the garden pond into a pool of silver. Though she didn’t need to - the gardeners were used to her and liked her better than her father - Berenene giggled softly to herself and melted into the shadows where she couldn’t be seen. Concealing herself, escaping notice, was not her strength (Her tutor’s constant refrain. “Don’t be so bold, your highness! You’re not the Empress!”), but she’d attacked it with all her usual fervor and will and finally mastered the skill.
The flowers, the few flowers her father had, white and pink and orange and blue, colors softened in the evening, seemed to turn their faces towards her as she passed. Berenene smiled, bending down to kiss one and smell its sweet scent. Flowers were so lovely the way people weren’t, always silent, always beautiful, always welcoming. (Her father’s silent hatred and not-so-silent scoldings; her brothers’ loud mocking that she could never reciprocate, always ringing in the background.) And they loved her the way people didn’t, were as honest as the dirt they grew in. Berenene dropped in a patch of empty grass, enjoying the way it seemed to cushion her, allowing, in her solitude, her skirts to crumple beneath her. She relaxed, breathing in to savor the smell of growth.
It was refreshingly different from the palace life that normally surrounded her.