@librarywent sent: i told the truth. just not all of it.
She was perhaps silent for longer than she should have been. The lie did not wound her at all, though it was not truly a lie at all, she supposed. Lies were familiar things to them. They were taught to be tools that they were supposed to use and recognize. She understood why he withheld, and that truth was rarely given so freely. No, what unsettled her was the sudden and apparent distance. It was as though the chasm between them seemed to widen with every passing day, until she found herself questioning whether it had been there all along.
"Do you remember when we were children and did not need words?" she asked quietly, making sure that her voice was carefully controlled. However, a frown still crept onto her face.
She had spent her entire life knowing Roose, and perhaps even before it. They knew one another in ways no one ever could because there had never been a time when they did not. They had always been mirrors. There had been a time when she could look at him and know exactly what he was thinking. She could tell when he was upset. She knew when he was lying. She remembered even knowing when he wanted to go down to the dungeons at night, even though their father had forbidden it. She had followed him without fear and hesitation.
A pause followed her words, and the faint frown on her features disappeared as quickly as it came, replaced by practiced neutrality. "Now I look at you and wonder when it was that you became a stranger to me. Or perhaps, have I become one to you?"
PROMPT.