Eularia was quiet, curling into her lover's arms. It felt so wrong, that she was savoring his touch when she knew he was the cause of a drift and much of her husband's pain. But she... was ultimately, the cause of his death. And the blood stained Magnus' shirt, as she curled her fingers into the silk fabric.
Maker, he dressed so good.
She buried her face against his chest, murmuring,
She tugged his shirt, murmuring,
Those babies, though, they'd know nothing except to be happy that their mother was home. They'd take her mind off of the atrocity that she's committed.
Maker, he dressed so good.
She buried her face against his chest, murmuring,
I want to go home. I want to see our girls.She's not seen their daughters in months, too busy trying to keep Elgar'nan's eyes off of her family. And yet, the damned elf had known about her babies; even the two that nobody knew existed.
She tugged his shirt, murmuring,
Please? Please. Take me home. Not to the palace, not...She didn't want to be around Enzino when he received word. She didn't want to see Alonso's face, as it crumpled into distrust and loathing. She didn't want to risk Adaria's rage, as she tried not to lash out at her mother.
Those babies, though, they'd know nothing except to be happy that their mother was home. They'd take her mind off of the atrocity that she's committed.
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