Eularia had not been expecting visitors; or had she? She couldn't rightly remember. Had she forgotten that Aethra was coming to meet the two newest editions to her bloodline?
The queen was unhappy that they were in the palace; but she had not yet come to the conclusion that she might abdicate the throne to her son. She needed... assurances, that the boy would be watched after. That the country would be watched after.
And even still, the affect living in the palace, ruling, was having on her was more... pronounced, with the last few years events. Having her family on the run, pretending she'd killed her husband, having his faked death go wrong...
...only to fall back into the arms of an old lover, fall back into love with him, earn the ire of her children, and then learn her husband had not left her but rather had been cursed and forgot who he was.
The guilt was eating her alive, and so was pretending to be something she wasn't. She'd been happy, pretending, for years. But then, she supposed that every false truth has an expiration date. And she must be coming up on hers.
When Aethra was announced, she'd find the queen dressed in nothing but a night-slip, dishelveled, freshly awake, nursing one twin whilst another was cradled close.
Magnus would be upset to hear that she'd invited a Talon into her quarters. They were smaller quarters, as she did not stay in the royal suite anymore. She and Magnus kept a guest room, that she much preferred because it did not remind her of Francesco and all of the wrongs she'd committed against him.
The queen was unhappy that they were in the palace; but she had not yet come to the conclusion that she might abdicate the throne to her son. She needed... assurances, that the boy would be watched after. That the country would be watched after.
And even still, the affect living in the palace, ruling, was having on her was more... pronounced, with the last few years events. Having her family on the run, pretending she'd killed her husband, having his faked death go wrong...
...only to fall back into the arms of an old lover, fall back into love with him, earn the ire of her children, and then learn her husband had not left her but rather had been cursed and forgot who he was.
The guilt was eating her alive, and so was pretending to be something she wasn't. She'd been happy, pretending, for years. But then, she supposed that every false truth has an expiration date. And she must be coming up on hers.
When Aethra was announced, she'd find the queen dressed in nothing but a night-slip, dishelveled, freshly awake, nursing one twin whilst another was cradled close.
Magnus would be upset to hear that she'd invited a Talon into her quarters. They were smaller quarters, as she did not stay in the royal suite anymore. She and Magnus kept a guest room, that she much preferred because it did not remind her of Francesco and all of the wrongs she'd committed against him.
Oh—She exclaimed, knee-jerk reaction was to hold the child against her breast tighter.
—Aethra?She furrowed her brows as she studied the other.
I... did I know you were coming? I'm sorry, I'm a mess.She looked tired, dark circles under her eyes, hair thinning in places (especially visible when worn down; perhaps she'd worn her hair up all these years to hide the damage that stress was having on her body) and the fact the room was in total disarray, a trait unlike her.
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