cont’d [x] / @ashenvessel
‘ 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐃 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆, ’ 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐒, and edelgard has no argument for that. she did not come this far to let anything — or anyone — stand in her way. yet she cannot deny that these past five years have been bitter in her absence. [ would they have managed to turn the tides of war so handedly without her tactical prowess ? she’s thankful that is one question to which she will never see an answer. ]
“ you’re correct, of course, but… ” she gives a soft, melancholy chuckle. “ i suspect i would be much lonelier for it. ” she has friends, of course she does — friends who have stood with her against the world — but with them, she must stand strong, she must be unshakable. she must be the emperor.
with byleth, she need only be el.
the bag of tea catches her eye — bergamot, her favorite — and she can’t help the small, soft smile she gives in response. ( a smile reserved only for her. )
“ i suppose there is no point in denying it, ” she sighs, sliding delicately into the chair at the tea table. [ how does she do that, she wonders ? how does she manage to see through her so effortlessly ? ] “ i admit, there has been something on my mind as of late. ”
she stares down at the empty teacup, one finger tracing along the edge of the saucer. with tailtean behind them, they have but one battle left before the end of the war — for good or for ill — and after nearly six years of war, she is uncertain how to feel.
“ tell me, have you given any thought to what you will do after the war ? ”
