anon said: dimitri, sylvain, felix !
wed, bed, behead ! // accepting !
❛ as much as i’d prefer my hands clean, i suppose the nature of this game requires some brutality. ❜ her lips curled, just so, even as she glanced off disinterestedly. they were speaking in hypotheticals, not realities, and, so, she could apply as much logic as she wished without feeling her heart crumble.
❛ i think that i would wed sylvain. i can hear the collective sigh in the room, but hear me out: he is much more than we all see him as. not to mention, i would be able to bed him as much as i wish. ❜ not that she’d even need marriage for that, but that wasn’t the nicest thing to say out loud. especially about a treasured friend.
❛ now, we can’t leave faerghus without a king. so it’s either i take over or dimitri lives. and i wouldn’t mind taking over. sometimes i think that i could run things better and it would spare dear felix’s life ... ❜ what was it she’d said about not feeling anything ? she seemed to have forgotten that this was a game along the way.
❛ i’m sorry, dimochka. i’d have to bed felix and behead you. i can’t fathom harming felix, but i could see myself putting you out of your misery if my hand was forced. ❜
the cold witch had spoken ... and then subsequently wondered why anyone cared for her to begin with if her judgements were as harsh as they were.














