𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐬 , 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐚𝐤 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐞 . what a weighty title for one child to bare before he could even conceptualize what that meant – & oh did he bare it . izaak knew days like this would come in his ruling , days that would test his character & his heart , but he never imagined it would feel like this , like it did when he was younger. the tired , youthful shoulders that had to adjust to the weight of his future had only matured into a head with a crown too heavy for his liking now . prince had merely been replaced with king . nothing had changed . if he were to look in a mirror at this moment , he was certain he would see the youthful character his father had , that whimsical little being too small for his armor . a man not suited for this position .
to be feared or to be loved – that was the question , that was always the question . perhaps it was naive to believe there was a middle ground there , that he could lurk subtly between the two areas without having to choose , but in not choosing , he had ; he had chosen to be loved , & his kindness had been mistaken for weakness because of it . he was a king who had failed , a king who could not enforce the rules this city needed , & now he had to do what he had never truly wanted – had to become someone he truly DESPISED to guide his people back . this was too much for him . he did not want to speak that aloud for fear he would let down another being today , but he felt it so strongly he was certain estrella would feel it soon . it radiated off of him as firmly as his anger did . while he had become a master at concealing his emotion around many people , his facade could only hold for so long around a woman who seemed to know him better than he knew himself .
❛ sometimes it feels as though i know nothing , estrella . ❜ izaak turns to her , voice lowered. blue hues linger towards the door frame , watching for listeners. ❛ i know we must do what is right – what is fair – but you must know how this feels. what is just & fair seems to have failed us . ❜ eyes connect with her own , saying all they need to without a word having to leave his lips . there is something pleading inside of him for her to make sense of all this madness . they beg her to release him of this burden , unfairly passing his duties onto a woman he loves because he is certain she has always been better fitted for this position. but then his eyes flicker , & his head drops , & that anger releases into his stream again . back straightens & he lifts himself off the desk . ❛ we will need to go through the proper steps , you are correct about that , but when he is found guilty of his crimes , i want him to suffer the cruelest of deaths . this is a death for my people , for my children , & for you . a short death is a sweet one & i refuse to give him that . this you must allow me – that is rational . ❜
𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐓 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐘 to understand and feel izaak’s emotions, she is not a mind reader. she often wondered what went through his mind in moments such as this. given his past confessions, she can only imagine much of it is self doubt, fear he’s not a good enough king. no doubt a product of his father raising him, the way he was treated as an HEIR and hardly anything more. on more than one occasion, such insight to his mind he shared with estrella, confided in her.
she could never understand it fully, having taken the weight of the crown with a poised and confident stride. sometimes she wondered what in her upbringing allowed her such ease in becoming a queen. she’ll attribute it to her noble upbringing, for however short a time. still, it wasn’t as though she had no doubts of her own — they simply did not align with her husband’s. her own being her fear she’s a failure as a MOTHER and a WIFE. a queen, though ? she had that handled.
when he speaks, when his body language is so quick to shift, estrella finds that urging to reach to him. she waits until he’s finished speaking entirely, waits until the role of king takes over his body once again. sometimes she HATED that, hated how he spoke to her as king and not his wife. she’s supposed to be safe for him. with no one else in the room, he has no need to put on his regal facade with her. estrella reminds him of this when her feet step forward and she crosses the room. standing behind him, her arms wrap around his waist, resting her head on his back.
digits run over the fabric of his clothes, arms tightening their grasp around him before she pulls her head away briefly and places a kiss on his back. ❛ do as you must. i won’t stop you and i believe if kadir is to be executed, it should be as BRUTAL as what he put these people through. you know my feelings about the matter, but i know it must be done. ❜ she pauses, nestling herself further into him. ❛ you did nothing wrong, my love. i promise you that. we tried — we are doing our best. and look at talais — look at omyth. is it not more prosperous with you at its head than with your father ? you are doing good work by our people and they know this. i know this. you are a good man. these days, that is a commodity difficult to come by. ❜
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