Blood on My Hands

Eularia averted her gaze as her son looked at her, instead looking at the baby that he was playing with. Mara. Verity. That was one of her biological daughters.

The one crawling as fast as she could towards Magnus was Sunny. Adopted. And as the little baby came nearer, ignoring the mother she didn't know in favor of the father she did, Eularia noted that Sunny's hair was lighter. Just a touch.

She's quiet, before she finally brought herself to address her son. The People are going to expect retaliation. Exile, execution. Her voice fell flat. And her gaze wandered back towards the girl.

She can't help that her eyes narrow slightly, when she settled on Jaq. She can't help the fact there's a touch of jealousy; irrational. She doesn't look at her long, choosing to ignore her instead.

They already want Him dead. A... lot of people saw me. She doesn't go into more detail. Her gaze has returned to the child that's settled in front of Magnus, burbling happily. It's treason.

The silent question is there, hidden in her words. What will her son do? It's unfortunately his problem. His decision. And the People are already close to rioting; Elgar'nan snatching away districts and towns hade made the richer merchant princes seek retribution for their losses. The poorer folk, witnessing their last queen downing the beloved king of the people...?

There wasn't a good choice here.