Aug 12, 2018
@vehcmencias
“Friđa? Friđa!” She had been arguing with the guards when some handmaidens came over to call her attention. Irritated, she had paid them no mind. But a faint cry in the corner of the room made her eyes widen, and as she hurried over the ladies in waiting frantically tried to explain what was happening. She could barely hear them over the rush of blood in her ears. As she reached her sister, she gasped and knelt down next to her, caring not for the blood on the ground. Oh god, the blood. Though she cared for the baby, she cared for her sister more. She cradled Friđa’s face in her hands and tried to get Friđa to meet her eyes. “Lillesøster? Please. Look at me.”