#SABRAN BERETHNET / replies

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“You are a very confident girl.” Words that would be considered a compliment coming from anyone else fall like daggers from the lips of the queen, displeasure evident in her light eyes. The ladies continue to move around them, watching closely, matching (as they do in everything) their sovereign’s behaviour, giving the foreign dignitary a wide berth. Not many people have the courage to speak so frankly in front of a royal, fewer can in front of one with the stature of Sabran; her stature, poise, and myth has made war proven kings stumble in her presence. People who have known her for years don’t have the courage to speak as frankly to her as Lady Diane has in their short conversation. 

Who is she, to feel so free to contradict her? 

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@storytelers​ (SABRAN!) said:  “ My heart is being cut in two. I cannot bear it. “ to ROSLAIN!

      the words cut her own heart in two : to know that sabran hurts is a wound to roslain, too. to know that there is little she can do to heal that hurt? oh, that is worse! worst of all. “sab,” she murmurs, that childhood nickname so little used since they were little girls and sabran’s mother lived. when they ran about the courtyards with loth, laughing, carefree. she kneels beside sabran’s chair, closing one hand in both of her own. (perhaps it breaks protocol, to take sabran’s hand without invitation. perhaps the saint himself will strike her down for doing it. but how can she do anything else? when, in this moment, sabran seems less a queen and more the girl she must still be beneath the crown and titles. “i am here, and i will not leave you. talk to me - - - let me help you to bear it.” 

DEATHLESS : ACCEPTING