❛ you are my treasure, my pale gold, the heart of my heart. ❜ ( from viktor )
she has not moved from bed in two days. this one had been much harder than the last , and its physical & emotional toll haunts katherynne’s every waking thought. she has failed him again - broken his heart , no doubt. her own has broken, too. she has given the servants reason to talk , his family reason to talk. she has given him cause to resent her. and yet , the door creaks open.
katherynne barely turns her head , fatigue overwhelming her. she opens her mouth to send whoever is calling away , but is left with little sound but a pitiful croak. eyes close, waiting for tears that have all but run out. a familiar voice fills the air , wrapping its way around her heart. what can she do but look his way ? blue eyes widen , and she lifts a trembling hand to tug ever so gently at his wrist , urging him to sit in the space beside her.
she has never loved him more than she does in this moment.
it isn’t until he is settled that she exhales a broken sigh , a strangled cry for all that they have lost. she presses her face against the crook of his neck , wraps an arm around him. small frame fits itself up against his.
❛❛ my heart , ❜❜ she begins , clinging as tightly to him as she can manage. ❛❛ i am so sorry. ❜❜
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