Alicent. [ Echoed, as Shadowheart tests the soft shape of it on her tongue. There's no rudeness meant in the lack of title: only her Lady Shar and the Mother Superior have earned them, from her. ]
A queen far from home, then? I suppose we're all equals here, by way of kidnapping. [ Made more so while stripped bare--or close to it--in the lake, and in the dark.
There's a simplicity in the pleasure of having her hair undone, and Shadowheart allows herself to relax into the loosening of tension at her scalp, the strange tenderness of this act. For a moment, she caves to the weak desire of trying to remember: whether anyone did this for her as a girl, who they may have been to her. Whether they cared for her, or even loved her.
It's pointless, she knows, but still she feels the twinge of emptiness where memory should be. Shadowheart trails her fingertips through the water, watching their gentle wake. ]
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A queen far from home, then? I suppose we're all equals here, by way of kidnapping. [ Made more so while stripped bare--or close to it--in the lake, and in the dark.
There's a simplicity in the pleasure of having her hair undone, and Shadowheart allows herself to relax into the loosening of tension at her scalp, the strange tenderness of this act. For a moment, she caves to the weak desire of trying to remember: whether anyone did this for her as a girl, who they may have been to her. Whether they cared for her, or even loved her.
It's pointless, she knows, but still she feels the twinge of emptiness where memory should be. Shadowheart trails her fingertips through the water, watching their gentle wake. ]
I'm Shadowheart.