"My heart is being cut in two. I cannot bear it."
prompt | ( accepting. )
it is unlike leo to speak so strongly & yet so soft – she scarcely heard those cutting words, but she did & she is struck frozen. camilla is hesitant to respond, thoughts caught against the back of her teeth, unspoken, r o t t i n g ‘pon her tongue. perhaps leo didn’t want her to hear – or perhaps he did – an action done to draw out her bleeding heart, to look at him not as the young king of nohr, but the only brother she has left. but what can be said to ease him? she WAS to blame : she, the coward, disgrace of a princess, who ran away from the dusk dragon’s throne, from the crown which fell over her eyes.
she swallows thickly, gentle hands trembling whilst they rise from her side to cradle his face ; thumbs brush over his cheeks, & she’s tempted to kiss his forehead, as she often did to rid him of nightmares, of sorrow & fear. but she couldn’t do it, if she did it would be a LIE, an act empty of childhood magic — it would hurt him more & she did not believe she would survive after causing him more pain.
❝ Cut my heart then. Give me all your pain, all your guilt – I will carry it, let me shoulder the bulk of the burden you were never meant to have. You… You are so undeserving, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I am a coward & that I am cruel. ❞ voice wrought with shivers & her knees buckle beneath her as tears bubble & sear her eyes. no, she would not take the throne from him, but he can blame her as much as he’d like, curse her, spit at her — do anything to make him feel better, to alleviate his suffering. ❝ I cannot be forgiven for doing this to you but I will atone for it for the rest of my life. ❞
