Today, 4:59 AM
y’var’la had arrived early enough to avoid notice and late enough to avoid responsibility. she occupied a place toward the edge of the hall, half-shadowed beneath the sweep of a carved column, where she could watch the ceremony unfold without being watched in return.
it was beautiful. irritatingly so. her gaze drifted over the flowers, the gold, the gathering of nobles and allies drawn together beneath satriya's banner. then, inevitably, it found sapair. for a fleeting moment, something sharp tugs at the corner of her mouth. annoyance, perhaps, of a door closing before she'd ever decided whether she meant to walk through it.
the feeling passed as quickly as it came.
y’var’la exhaled softly through her nose and settled more comfortably against the column. after all, weddings were far more entertaining when one wasn't the bride. or the groom. and if her eyes lingered a second longer than necessary on the captain of the guard before returning to the aisle, well. no one needed to know.
it was beautiful. irritatingly so. her gaze drifted over the flowers, the gold, the gathering of nobles and allies drawn together beneath satriya's banner. then, inevitably, it found sapair. for a fleeting moment, something sharp tugs at the corner of her mouth. annoyance, perhaps, of a door closing before she'd ever decided whether she meant to walk through it.
the feeling passed as quickly as it came.
y’var’la exhaled softly through her nose and settled more comfortably against the column. after all, weddings were far more entertaining when one wasn't the bride. or the groom. and if her eyes lingered a second longer than necessary on the captain of the guard before returning to the aisle, well. no one needed to know.
cameo unless someone wants a private