❛ i no longer dream, only nightmares of those who've died. ❜ / @lissiwrites
the queen remained silent, letting his words sink in. she knew well of nightmares, of death, but not in the large quantity of a king who knew war. her war had been personal, her battles focused on a struggle hardly anyone else had shouldered — a fight for her crown that no one else knew had been waged until it was over.
" well, at least you don't have nightmares about being a swan. " the queen said in jest, trying to lighten the mood a tad — but, she then nodded her head towards him. " i understand, in a sense. not many have died under my watch, but my father died protecting me and i didn't know for two years. two years i spent certain he was aiding derek in looking for me when really, his last living moment was his daughter being kidnapped. he died not knowing if i was ever safe again. "
the queen tried not to dwell on what she couldn't change, and instead focus on what she could change for her kingdom — but the events at swan lake would haunt and ache her for the rest of her life. " that haunts me, and i fear it always will. somethings will always stay with us no matter if we want them to, i suppose. "







