There is an embittered sweetness,
wrapped in such honeyed words,
a temptation to a bargain offered,
we’d as soon have never heard,
do we compromise noble position,
to hear out the chance of peace,
or is savored prideful judgement,
our hallowed but fruitless belief,
is justice what we believe it to be,– Writings of Emperor Corinth, circa 65 E.R.
the taking ever of price in kind,
or must we start with forgiveness,
let these wounds heal with time.
The Bargains We Make
Kiannae found herself in the Queen’s garden. There was no color, and all was still. It was a roaring silence, a quiet that demanded it was full of sound, yet it all came to nothing. The Queen was there, stood much too close to a slightly taller woman. Selene had an impertinent hand on the royal cheek.
Kiannae looked for the shadow, for the grasping claws of a monster she had been told lurked just below the world. It was elusive at best, more like a gravity between them. The Queen was Selene’s elder by a good decade. Yet the look in the middle-aged monarch’s eyes was that of a young enamored girl before the powerful enchanter. Lips ever so slightly parted, caught in the sway of whatever she had become. Even the shade looming over them seemed still, waiting for something.Continue reading “Chapter III:58”