why don't we try? what could go wrong?
the princess fronts with confidence in all her actions to those who would question otherwise - those who would hold dorne as the brunt of every joke, the cosmic conquest of those who don't understand what it is to have pride in the place they come from ... she exists in tandem with those who don't seek power solely for the notoriety that it holds. those who wish, strive, need to make a difference with the fleeting time and opportunity that they've been given. eliza wants more, she wants what is fair for all.
and yet, with him - her walls crumble. there's an implicit, shared respect in the space between them that makes eliza feel as if her ribcage may be set alight if she doesn't practice honesty within these four walls, within the air they share. like he'd know better than to accept what she forces herself to believe, hidden insecurities and all.
and she does - believe. believe that she's doing the right thing, the right thing for the better of everyone without a voice, but that doesn't make any decisions made on her behalf any easier. visibly, her resolve cracks as he speaks; eliza's shoulders slump, her posture goes slack and she wrings out her wrists at her waist, silently pleading for some form of support from someone she trusts more than most.
"i'm scared," she whispers, afraid that the wind may catch on and carry that unspoken truth to ears less kind than his, "i want to do right even when it isn't easy, but i'm ... afraid of what failure means on a scale as big as this."
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