brothers often stick together , more often than it rains , or snows , or any further change of weather. thus , imagine the shock when HE and SHE turned upon him , the king , hearts mutinous and full of excitement for the unknown next days would bring. imagine punishment when things fall through. imagine the price now paid by two. not enough was it to be hung from the sky , now not just she , but both are under such watchful eye.
oh , they had such plans ! came the thought , everything was supposed to be better , not worse , and now it seems they’ve been cursed. “ i was not stable , and flawed by pride , ” begins the practiced apology , the bottom of her stomach , now where dread resides. sc . / song . / @galenokhos
