It's!!! Euphrasie's final stand!! :') I borrowed @the-bitter-ocean's formatting a bit here, so ((Euphrasie thinks like this)) and >Talks like this, and "the King talks like this". I hope you enjoy!! ;v; --- ((It’s okay.))
((It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay - )) ((- - by which you mean:)) ((NOTHING IS OKAY. BUT. BUT!!!)) ((THERE IS. No one.)) ((No one left to hear you scream, now,))
((so it’s okay to scream.))
((Because if the King is here,))
((If the King got past even the hallway that means – - - !!))
“It is over, now.”
((You were wrong, you suppose. There is one person, here.))
((Watching you sob into the stones of the roof like he, pities, you -))
((You’ve never hated someone more in your entire life.))
> “No, it’s not.”
((He’s crying, as always.))
((As if he is the one who lost his home. And everyone he loved. As if he weren’t the one- -))
((The pale shade of his eyes makes your head hurt…))
((....!))
((Could… it really…))
“You may not understand, now, Head Housemaiden-”
> “Euphrasie.”
((A pause.))
> “My name is Euphrasie.”
> “You can’t get it back.”
> “We won’t ever get it back.”
((Without thinking, you are clasping your hands over your heart.))
> “But we have this. We have Vaugarde. We have the House.”
> “Will you lose this, too?” > “Will you take our-”
((Blood fills your mouth. Your head spins.))
((But. You have to try.))
((If there’s even a chance —))
((There might be no one else but you who can do this – !!))
> “Will you-”
“Enough.”
((Oh…))
((You can’t think.))
((You feel so cold.))
((Large hands encased in gauntlets move your limbs into place, stand you up, brush your hair back with surprising gentleness.))
“You may not believe me.”
“But this is how we save it.”
“Our new home.”
“...and, Euphrasie, this is my mercy.”
((HE’S BLINDING HOPELESS.))
((DO IT, NOW.))
“Good night.”
((With the last burst of your strength, you release the protections you’ve been holding over the House - ))
((And you search, you search, for anyone - anyone alive - anyone warm and moving, and- ))
You have Blessed Housemaiden Mirabelle.
((The King’s hand grazes your cheek as your breaths slow to a halt.))
((With nothing left, now,
you pray for a miracle.))
