10/6/2025, 10:31 PM
She flinches for the strike that would surely follow.
And would it be so wrong?
Her dignity was not meant to outweigh the will of a chieftain; of a husband! She proffers her body, low in shaken submission where starlight catches on a drizzled crown.
How long has she waited for the cousin river man to speak himself plain?
And how long has she been made to answer for the faults of his past women?
This dispensation had been in effect for some time, and all of Cen’s hulking smoke proves what could be dealt against her in his measured silence!
It is Caan she imagines then, the boy’s leg torn at the behest of a self-serving mother, and her eyes start to burn. She turns their ebon intensity on him.
“See me, then! See me as Iglux̂, and not your past shame!”
And would it be so wrong?
Her dignity was not meant to outweigh the will of a chieftain; of a husband! She proffers her body, low in shaken submission where starlight catches on a drizzled crown.
How long has she waited for the cousin river man to speak himself plain?
And how long has she been made to answer for the faults of his past women?
This dispensation had been in effect for some time, and all of Cen’s hulking smoke proves what could be dealt against her in his measured silence!
It is Caan she imagines then, the boy’s leg torn at the behest of a self-serving mother, and her eyes start to burn. She turns their ebon intensity on him.
“See me, then! See me as Iglux̂, and not your past shame!”
