On her desk lay a small purple crystal, misshapen and thrumming with a dismal energy. Within lay a shattered white wisp, barely moving. A note lay beneath, simple and straight forward. “A peace offering.”
.// — Sitting within her office, she remained perched upon a bench that lined the windows. Her eyes often dancing back to the crystal that hummed softly against the wood of her desk.
It was within her mind that the battle raged. The evidence of life within the crystal was minimal but still remained as the essence of what was clung to her heart. Memories came flooding within her, rushing her like waves upon the rocks that lined her shores. Peace was not often she something she offered, even to those who deserved it most. Chaos lived within her bones and feasted upon her emotions. She was a hurricane after all.
Did he honestly deserve to be forgiven? Even in the slightest of notations? Was it worth the memories of the lives that belonged to her – that he stole?
Pushing from the seat, she let her heeled boots speak for her as the drove upon the marble floor and resonated against the stone walls of her estate. Fingers grasped the crystal, clutching it close to her stomach as she made her way down the flights of stairs and out the front doors. Not a word was uttered, not a soul knew of the turmoil she was placed within the moment that crystal was brought within her sights.
She had not forgotten that he held the lives of her two daughters. No one knew that he did either. Holding the crystal, the whispers from beyond spoke of just what soul was offered to her. Gone too soon and right before her eyes, she recalled the very scream loosed from the young woman’s lips as she fell at her feet. Bella was gone, but the men remained.
It was not right that she placed the blame on men as a whole. After years of experience and the deaths she had witnessed at their hands, she couldn’t help herself. Even Hana had her turn of bad men in her life, no doubt it was part of the cause for her demise as well.
However, it would not be the demise of the Queen. Guarded, the only one who could be the death of her…
Through the rain, the Admiral entered the armory and set the crystal upon the front desk. The chime of the bell over the door alerted the Dame to her presence. No words were exchanged as the crystal was pushed towards the warrior. A simple nod was offered before the wait began. Heels clicked against the wood while she paced, waiting for the woman to complete the unspoken task handed to her.
Completed, she returned the crystal and the chain it was now attached. Celestine peered over the craftsmanship and nodded before dropping a pouch of coins upon the counter and slipping the chain around her neck. Peace would be offered.
[ mentions: @damehenesey ]
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