Drabble 4/365: Betrayal
Title: Betrayal
Fandom: Fire Emblem 7
Characters: Kent, Lyn
Pairing/s: none
Genre: Friendship/Angst
Summary: 'the people hated her for it'
It had happened so quickly - she hadn’t told anyone about it. Not even them.
Not even him, he thinks bitterly and the thought wounds his heart a little even though he wasn’t any more important to her than Sain, really. But he liked to think that she thought he could be trusted more than Sain.
She had seemed worried that day, although when he asked her if she was alright, she merely replied yes. She had turned towards him with her eyes shining green with happiness and confidence.
So he’d let it slide.
The people hated her for it. They didn’t want to be ruled by Ostia. They wanted to be ruled by the Marquess of Caelins granddaughter. They thought her irresponsible and flighty - like her mother, Lady Madelyn, some whispered. Rumours had been going around: she had not been up to the job, she had to go back to the plains because she had gotten pregnant by one of the knights/advisers/nobles out of wedlock. She had been possessed… People whispered in taverns and in courts more offensive, more sensational stories.
He wanted to shout at them when they did so. He knew that only he and the others closest to Lyn knew the truth.
She hadn’t been happy in Caelin. She was only happy when her grandfather was alive. She’d endured it for him. The plains were her real home. Caelin was thrust upon her by birth. It showed too. How could she be happy with small talk made by other nobles when she knew that behind her back, racial insults were dripping off their tongue like corrosive acid? There were only a few nobles but their words were like deeply sunken thorns in her flesh: even one caused her immense pain, understandable when she had pride in her heritage. She wasn’t happy at all with the lessons of etiquette that kept her in the castle when all she wanted to do was to ride along the sea of green grass on her father’s horse for an hour or two. Why would she care about what spoon to use for what dish? He had seen it in her eyes: when she thought no one was looking, she let her guard drop and her eyes become dull with fatigue of it all.
That was why he could never hate her, no matter what she did and who she supposedly betrayed.
I'm trying to do a fanfiction piece for the fe_contest. Alas, I fear I may not make it.
Also, I highly doubt it, but I'm going to try and see whether I can work out a basic plot and some character sketches for NaNoWriMo, if I can decide whether or not I want to be in it this year or not.
Fandom: Fire Emblem 7
Characters: Kent, Lyn
Pairing/s: none
Genre: Friendship/Angst
Summary: 'the people hated her for it'
It had happened so quickly - she hadn’t told anyone about it. Not even them.
Not even him, he thinks bitterly and the thought wounds his heart a little even though he wasn’t any more important to her than Sain, really. But he liked to think that she thought he could be trusted more than Sain.
She had seemed worried that day, although when he asked her if she was alright, she merely replied yes. She had turned towards him with her eyes shining green with happiness and confidence.
So he’d let it slide.
The people hated her for it. They didn’t want to be ruled by Ostia. They wanted to be ruled by the Marquess of Caelins granddaughter. They thought her irresponsible and flighty - like her mother, Lady Madelyn, some whispered. Rumours had been going around: she had not been up to the job, she had to go back to the plains because she had gotten pregnant by one of the knights/advisers/nobles out of wedlock. She had been possessed… People whispered in taverns and in courts more offensive, more sensational stories.
He wanted to shout at them when they did so. He knew that only he and the others closest to Lyn knew the truth.
She hadn’t been happy in Caelin. She was only happy when her grandfather was alive. She’d endured it for him. The plains were her real home. Caelin was thrust upon her by birth. It showed too. How could she be happy with small talk made by other nobles when she knew that behind her back, racial insults were dripping off their tongue like corrosive acid? There were only a few nobles but their words were like deeply sunken thorns in her flesh: even one caused her immense pain, understandable when she had pride in her heritage. She wasn’t happy at all with the lessons of etiquette that kept her in the castle when all she wanted to do was to ride along the sea of green grass on her father’s horse for an hour or two. Why would she care about what spoon to use for what dish? He had seen it in her eyes: when she thought no one was looking, she let her guard drop and her eyes become dull with fatigue of it all.
That was why he could never hate her, no matter what she did and who she supposedly betrayed.
I'm trying to do a fanfiction piece for the fe_contest. Alas, I fear I may not make it.
Also, I highly doubt it, but I'm going to try and see whether I can work out a basic plot and some character sketches for NaNoWriMo, if I can decide whether or not I want to be in it this year or not.