If eternity is true, they will carve it out of you.
Pamina fell into the chair before the large, oversized, unwanted vanity and dropped her head into her hands.
Too much. The last month? Two months? Had been too much. The things that people had dared to say to her, or imply they could do to her? In another life, she would have cut them down. In another life, she would have shown them exactly why her flames were something to be feared. She found herself saying that a lot lately. In another life. Between trying to maintain the image she had set for herself over the last three years and keeping her composure, she was absolutely losing her mind. Wasn’t that the exact phrasing Riaevis had used to Nikklaus merely a night earlier? It’s driving her crazy.
Pamina pulled one of the oversized drawers on the vanity open and was met not with the velvet satchel it hid away, but the contents the satchel held. Multiple fel crystals glinted and gleamed at her in the dim lighting of the room, and the mere sight of them caused her to curse under her breath. Why did she still have them? It wasn’t the first time that she’d opened the very same drawer and seen them to the same reaction. It wasn’t even the second. *So why did she still have them?*
She knew exactly why. It wasn’t even a question. The further that Nikklaus stepped out of his shadows, the more that the spellslinger wanted to step into them and bury herself in that comfortable darkness. It was pathetic, the way that she boasted such newfound control and chided him for his lack thereof, when she couldn’t even bring herself to throw out an old vice.
She didn’t want to. That was the whole of it, wasn’t it? She didn’t want to. She didn’t want this.
Pamina snatched up two pieces of parchment from beneath the satchel. The first was already covered in writing, but the spellslinger scribbled something on each of the documents before dragging herself out of that chair with her satchel in tow. To punctuate whatever was written, she left two rings sitting on top of the parchment: the first was her signet ring for the house, and the second, her wedding band.
Wherever she ended up after that, she made sure it was a mystery. She left everything else in the room untouched, save for that second piece of parchment. Pamina had made a decision. Time would tell whether or not it was a good one.
To whom it may concern,
It is on this day that I, Nostariel Pamina D’athion-Ras’vanae, renounce my titles as matriarch and lady of House D’athion and as a Ras’vanae. I leave it in the hands of Aiden Ras’vanae, and should he become unavailable at any time, Baelios D’athion-Bloodsinger. My departure is mine and mine alone and should not have any standing or bearing on my children, Lydia, Kaelium, and Ithilwen Shadecross. I ask for absolutely nothing other than my privacy.
Signed,
Nostariel Bloodsinger
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