“anyone could tell from here.” // viktoria
“I’m sorry you feel that way.”
Inara doesn’t move, doesn’t dare allow herself to fall into the trap of her eyes being drawn across the ballroom where the young princess’ betrothed stands greeting an endless line of guests congratulating him on the beauty of his new bride. She can’t stand it, wondering if it’s MUTUAL, this burning, awful, pulling, twisting, BREAKING feel inside of her. She can’t stomach the idea of searching for a glance cast her way in the shuffle only to find his eyes vacant, or on HER, the pretty princess from the mountains.
No, she doesn’t dare turn or look or allow her fingers to release from where they dig into her arms, which in turn are pressed so hard against her body it’s almost hard to breathe. With Nathaniel standing guard on the balcony above, she hardly feels the need to watch over Viktoria like a hawk. Her expression is dark despite the beautiful view out the window, and despite the sunlight on her face, her body, she feels no warmth at all in the room. She could do with some space.
“You should go stand with your groom. Hardly anyone in this room lifted a blade against the Darkspawn.” Cowering somewhere, no doubt. She recognized but a few faces from the battlefields. “They aren’t about to lift one against me. You’re as safe as you can be, physically.”
