#slgrun

[magicisanima]

@slgrun + @vaettlr i blame you both that I stayed up late drawing these two losers pt. 2

[yasaxii-blog]

I have survived, but I have not been spared.

          ❝I don’t think any of us have been, Princess Camilla.❞ The queen slowly meets the other’s eyes. Though not related by blood, she saw something reminiscent of Queen Katerina in her mauve gaze. Something stirred, and Ikona was certain that it was a great pain, rivaled by none.

          Or perhaps, most.

          ❝But that is just one of the cruel realities of this world. I’ve heard the stories, and though your situation and mine are very different, know that I’ve felt the same pain you have. Betrayal, correct? It can’t be avoided in most instances.❞

          Red irises flit downwards, to the ground, before meeting the princess head on once again.

          ❝It can’t be avoided because it’s the betrayal of those closest to you.❞

[sorcholy]

( && slgrun. )

      “ C - Camilla, I’m fine ! It’s just a little scratch… ”       A hand rose to cover a minor injury upon her left forearm, a graze of a cut she’d gained during today’s training ( she’d been a bit slow when it came to dodging the attack ), one that seemed to refuse to cease bleeding. Honestly, why did such small cuts have to bleed so much ? All her siblings were prone to ask if she was alright whenever she got hurt, but her elder sister was a bit…worse. Okay, perhaps that wasn’t the best word to use, but it was all she could think of. Camilla had always been so dotting and protective of her younger siblings, but she became even more so when it concerned Rika. The Crown Princess was seldom one to take no for an answer, so even if the younger continued to protest that she was fine, she was sure she’d end up being patched up by her elder sister yet again today.

[grimtally]

@slgrun  liked for a starter!

            “AH, CAMILLA...”  AS  always,  Xander greeted her with something that was as  close  to a smile as he could muster  --  something that held less of the  hardness  that the years had molded him into.   For her, and for their family alone, could he allow the mantle of crown prince to shed even a little  --  to let the burden of his responsibilities  lessen  even a small amount.  

“Did you need something,  sister?  I can spare the time for you, if need be.”