the pony of death
Star
- Joined
- Jul 4, 2009
- Location
- Colorado
Kieran opened her eyes when he touched her face, it had sent a shiver through her body, it was so familiar to her, yet also different. It had brought back more memories, good memories, she looked over at him as he moved across the room to try to rest against the wall. "rest on this you will be more comfortable" she said softly. She patted on the bed, she was not worried about him trying to do anything with her, she knew he still hated her though she did not blame him for his feelings, but she also knew that it was not entirely her fault it had taken her years to gain the clarity she'd gained. She laid back down on the bed, she didn't know what she was supposed to feel, she just wished she could take some of what she'd done back. She also wished the king would simply just leave it at killing her, but she knew her fate would be much more horrifying than that. She remembered the last time she had been near the king it had been when he first ascended the throne barely even seventeen, but that was almost four decades ago. He had aged but he would live much longer, but she had not aged more than a few years it seemed, though her blonde hair had turned white with age.