and how it seemed as though the confirmation of what he had always known, right at the very back of his mind and at the very bottom of his gut, from the voice of another was enough to finally cause something within him to crack. the look of expressionless nothing slowly morphed into one of genuine disbelief, the reality slowing sinking into him as mighty as the currents of the mander. it had all been there within the diary, which a part of him wished he had never picked up.
“i don’t know.” his words were perhaps the most haunting, the most chilling; enough to cause the hairs at the back of his neck to stand. it was the unknown which unsettled him the most, and as the two men of house tyrell sat within a portion of highgarden’s rolling gardens which stretched for miles and miles, it was a sobering moment.
wished he had never asked the lord commander to translate the parts which were in the brightwater tongue. a tongue he never knew, one he would probably never know; and yet still, it was all that was left of her. some distant lullaby. some words which he could not understand, words he heard sometimes come from the mouths of both of his florent cousins. it was always enough to cause his ocean gaze to flicker upward from whatever piece of parchment he was focused on, even fleetingly. enough to capture his attention from wherever.
“you have my word - you know all i know.” and it was eating him alive. “and if there is something else, then you will know of it.”
cedric did not have the answers. and it was enough to put him entirely on edge; for it felt as though both him and lucca were on the edge of some cliff, where the truth regarding the webs that had been woven in their family was to be revealed. what would they find? what would they be forced to carry upon their shoulders for the rest of their time in this world?
why would the man curse himself to the gods in such a way, to strike out and order an arrow directly into the throat of his only sister? whilst none of the tyrell siblings were necessarily close with one another, branches moving out and spreading over highgarden in separate directions that seemed to mirror the path each of the three took, to murder one’s sister was to condemn your soul for eternity.
there was some quiet, and cedric’s arms remained upon his knees; he had not even realised the amount of stones and pebbles he had been tossing down the hill the two men were sat upon, sending them tumbling into the lake beneath the hill. he sent another, and another, as though it soothed something. it did not - not in reality. “should you decide to take another wife, i want longtable in the family.”
that is quite chilling. to have something so horrible happen to someone you love, done by someone meant to love them as well, and to not even understand why. it isn’t fair. a lot of what this damned family has dealt with simply isn’t fair. how the young tyrell wishes that the scales would tip in their favor for once, that fate would just give them a break. but it is never that easy, not in this world.
“okay.. okay. good,” he nods, mostly just thinking out loud. it is good for them to be on the same page, and to remain that way. especially because lucca remains his heir. and unfortunately, anything could happen between now and when his soon to be wife hopefully ends up pregnant.
lucca looks over at his cousin, examining his body language. the man is tense beyond belief, and it is no wonder why. he wishes there was something he could do to ease the stress, but alas he has nothing to offer as a comfort.
“i will,” he nods once again. the lord knows he is too young to remain a widow for the rest of his days. sure, he has starpike now but that doesn’t mean it is all he should settle for. especially if his cousin and king is requesting more.
“i’ve gotten to know lady merryweather recently.. i could make that happen.” and not just because of this request, but because maybe he wants this anyway. he knows he must marry again and why not her? she is kind and a good friend. a good woman, even if her family’s reputation has been tainted by her traitor of a sister. they could fix that reputation-- together.
“i will make it happen. you have my word.”
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