you were the one

Even thinking about the void created by Nerian's absence was too much for Chrysanthemum. There would be no more awaiting the nurse's return, no more shared evening chores, no more -anything."But that's not fair," she blurted without explanation. For surely Nerian could understand the uneven hand that Chrys had been dealt thus far in life. Or did she? How could her heart not continue to pain for the perpetually misfortunate orphan? Didn't she see that Ragnar was just, just -a wet turd! Chrysanthemum needed her, he was just being greedy. Shutting her eyes as she turned her head out of reach, the juvenile slid her ears back while sighing. Perhaps the worst thing was the herbalist's passive opinion on it all. As if, she wasn't going to miss any of it. Wounded by this more than anything, Chrysanthemum pulled her head back with her remaining eye glossed in heartfelt hurt.

"Fine," she submitted quietly. If the nurse was so okay with things then there was no use in arguing. "Go," she commanded with a hushed voice. Really, the puppy wanted to run away herself but, her legs weren't strong enough at the moment. In fact, she refused to squander what remained of her strength wishing Nerian well in her new position. "Go and be with them." The vice in her voice was terse.

For all of her personal affliction, Chrysanthemum hadn't even paused to consider the oddness of the arrangement. After all, it wasn't everyday that a man took two wives -was it? Shaking her head of this lesser concern, her lips crumpled into a grimace as she became defiantly silent. As far as she was concerned there was nothing left to say. Nothing left between them if all of this were true.