@dracofade
run. run. run.
and she’s running, fleeing, in a mad dash from her pursuers as their rage crashes against her like the flowing tide, receding only to rise again so much angrier than before. with her robes gathered haphazardly in her arms, tears obscuring the path before her and barely feet away from the fanatical mob- she looks nothing like the princess she was, collected and composed.
when she’d woken, up, she’d thought- she’d thought it only a bad dream a nightmare of things yet to come, and yet. yet. somehow, it was so much worse than she’d feared. her mind continues to revisit the way his corpse looked, barely human and monstrous in its gore. if it were not for the voices urging her along, her instinctual panic of move, get out, now, now, now ! ! ! she would have surely succumbed to the mob in her despair; but she cannot.
and as she’s hurried into the room, into the doorway by her attendants and those that still believe, a part of her wishes to turn back, to face their rage head on and what she deserves. because she’d done it. not only had she sent kurogane off to die, she’d abandoned her country, everyone who believed in her- she’d left them all behind in a fit of despair. even if it was a dream, she still- she’d still chosen to do so, to leave them all behind in a fit of despair.
unforgivable.
so when the door shuts behind her, leading out into a strange hall- she couldn’t. she couldn’t. stumbling to a stop, her exhausted legs finally give in and she rests the back of her head against the closed door. her maniacal energy that allowed her to escape her pursuers for even that long had abandoned her, and now she slumped, empty, in the middle of the unknown hall.
she deserved to die.
