belle.
@dalahreum!
she heard everything about women.
she heard how vicious they were. she heard how malicious they were. she heard how women were the ones who craved power. which, saeron wanted to refuse the statement but couldn’t. after all, she was proven correctly when she saw her own mother.
she saw it right now as she waltzed in the store where silks were stacked. the silks radiated with vibrance as they brought life to the small store. the atmosphere masked as jovial by how various women gathered together. their chatter painted with tones of delight. yet, the female felt trapped as reality settled upon her. this atmosphere was nowhere near kind, it was rather suffocating.
competition strings their actions as saeron walked farther from the crowd before bumping into someone. despite her first reaction was to retaliate with hostility, she refrained from such as her visage encountered the other. her memory jumbled names as the female’s face remained familiar but unrecognized.
yet, the more she saw her face, the more saeron felt suffocated. the latter reminded her of the crowd she tried to evade. this girl probably desired the throne as everyone on their vicinity. so, it didn’t matter if she didn’t know her name now. saeron would learn it if the other triumphed.
“ah. sorry, miss.” the princess voices out with foreign politeness, her fingers clutched into her skirt as she takes some steps back. “rather lovely colour you have there.”