Luneshale Pass Night poem

Eset walked over swiftly to crouch at Toula’s bedside. A paw threads with her own, a second reaching to stroke softly around her palegold temple.

“Where is your mind, my Queen?” She asks, breath catching, eyes holding fast with rigid regret.

She wanted so much more for Toula. The Queen deserved to know familial love, and here she was so close to having it again tonight. And yet, the greatest loss was Ashikaga’s. The Queen’s affection is unconditional, but the amiirad will not know the true breadth of what her sister gives-

And in this Eset’s own anger burns! For there was not a throne on earth worth exchanging for Toula’s love.