@treheks ⊱ he's beyond help.
▐║ ☼ ┊ ❝ 𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍. ❞ A scraping sound pierces the air as steel gnashes against the whetstone, Galadriel's sword growing sharper with every careful swipe. Her attention remains upon her task only for a moment longer, two more swipes before the sword is laid aside. ❝ But you have his ear, whether he will confess it or not. ❞ The back of her hand wipes the sweat from her brow, a few loose strands of gold clinging to her skin while the rest is held secure by a flowing braid. She pries her eyes away from the workbench, peering at the raven-haired woman where she treads, like a shadow shifting through the hearthlight.
❝ There is no creature on this planet more frustrating to deal with than a prince, let alone one raised to be a king in name, ❞ she meets the other's eyes, a knowing look shared between two who have seen things most mortal eyes could never behold. ❝ But our hopes rest upon his shoulders nonetheless. Daemon must be made to see his own importance in what is to come. And not be dismayed. ❞ Galadriel takes a cloth from the bench, wiping down the surface of the freshly-sharpened sword. ❝ I am still unsure if showing him was wise, but what has been seen cannot be unseen. Now, it is only left to us to guide him, and his queen, should she show herself. ❞