𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐘 ━━━ that's what you do, isn't it, padmé ?? find the silver lining, pull on it until the whole thing unravels, until all that is scary and strange turns to nothing but a bad dream. deflect. find another reason for the way the heart races and pulses and breaks [...] she's always been better at lying to herself than lying at all, and it’s not really lying anyway, it's different. she's twelve and the blood won't stop pouring, mama won't answer, papa's sword is heavy in her hands, then, now, always. she's twenty one and clovis looks back at her with empty eyes, asks her, what are you going to do, little queen, says nothing after that. ( you're a murderer. ) you reap what you sow.
sword clatters to the floor, or maybe that's her body ━━━ doesn't feel the impact, through the ground shakes with the force of a half choked back sob. it's shock, she tries to tell herself, but all she sees is the body. not the body of the assassin, another, morphs into her sister's, turns to ash in front of her. ❝ i'm sorry, ❞ it's a whisper, but it feels like a scream.