Qeya River star

she had thought herself beyond redemption. beyond absolution.
and yet here stood blackfell, forged from rage and sorrow alike, and he did not strike her down. he did not snarl, nor did he curse her name into the wind like she had done a thousand times in her own mind.
he stepped forward instead, his breath hot against the coldness of her skin.
her lips trembled, her body heaving with the weight of old sins, old failures. she had failed him. she had failed herself. her children. her people. she should not be allowed to live with such disgrace hanging over her head, and yet she did.
i would not blame you if you did not, she whispered, voice hoarse and thin. for i hate myself most of all.
the admission was a blade across her own throat.
her gaze found his, forced by his presence, by the immovable will of a man who had once been a boy beneath her court, beneath the spires of their past. her breath shuddered.
you should have let them kill me. the words fell from her lips like an omen. perhaps it would have been easier for us all.

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