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Entry tags:
Dove Grey #1
Name: Destiny (leia_solo)
Story: The Mondian Chronicles (Archive)
Title: Memories of Mother (II)
Colors: Dove Grey #1: Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.
Supplies and Styles: None
Word Count: 357
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Note(s): This is my first time writing in this universe in a very long time. I'm pretty rusty. I'm thinking about redoing some things. Elisabeth is a bit warier in this piece and I believe I've changed the timeline with her and Fernando's children. But yeah! Hi! It's been a while since I've posted here. Also, there is a II in the title because I have a piece titled this already.
“Do you remember her?”
Elisabeth didn’t look her up from her book. She didn’t want to have this talk with him. Lately, her husband, Fernando, had been inquiring more about her mother.
She turned a page.
“Elisabeth, did you hear me?”
She sighed.
“I heard you.”
“Do you remember your mother?”
“I was five when she died.”
“That doesn’t answer my question.”
She shifted uncomfortably. They’d been married for a year now. She hadn’t yet given birth to his heir. She felt it was awkward to talk about Anna Everart, the woman infamously known for not producing the required heir for her husband. It just skirted too close to her current reality.
“Tell me about your mother, Elisabeth,” he said softly. “Please.”
She looked up at him. Could she trust him? He was her husband, but what difference did that make? Husbands weren’t to be trusted. But she could see no way out. She would try her luck.
He patted the space next to him. She reluctantly scooted closer.
The quietness of the room was palpable. She could hear the thud of her beating heart. She was scared. She hadn’t talked about her mother in years. Not out loud and to no one besides Marguerite. Her mother was a traitor. She was a liar. She was…
“She was kind,” Elisabeth said. “I don’t have many memories of her. But I remember sitting in her arms as she read to me and my sister. I remember her kissing me good night. I remember picking daisies and putting them in our hair.”
“Do you miss her?”
She stiffened. Did she miss her mother? She’d been dead for fifteen years now. She had been so young when she’d died.
She shrugged carefully. “I don’t know. I guess.”
“It’s okay to miss her.”
“Is it?” Elisabeth asked truthfully. She shook her head slightly. “I don’t think it is.”
Fernando took her hand in his. He placed a gentle kiss in her palm. “It’s alright.”
Elisabeth felt something stir in her. She looked at her husband’s bowed head. She didn’t remember much of her mother. But what she did remember she cherished.
leia_solo)Story: The Mondian Chronicles (Archive)
Title: Memories of Mother (II)
Colors: Dove Grey #1: Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.
Supplies and Styles: None
Word Count: 357
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Note(s): This is my first time writing in this universe in a very long time. I'm pretty rusty. I'm thinking about redoing some things. Elisabeth is a bit warier in this piece and I believe I've changed the timeline with her and Fernando's children. But yeah! Hi! It's been a while since I've posted here. Also, there is a II in the title because I have a piece titled this already.
“Do you remember her?”
Elisabeth didn’t look her up from her book. She didn’t want to have this talk with him. Lately, her husband, Fernando, had been inquiring more about her mother.
She turned a page.
“Elisabeth, did you hear me?”
She sighed.
“I heard you.”
“Do you remember your mother?”
“I was five when she died.”
“That doesn’t answer my question.”
She shifted uncomfortably. They’d been married for a year now. She hadn’t yet given birth to his heir. She felt it was awkward to talk about Anna Everart, the woman infamously known for not producing the required heir for her husband. It just skirted too close to her current reality.
“Tell me about your mother, Elisabeth,” he said softly. “Please.”
She looked up at him. Could she trust him? He was her husband, but what difference did that make? Husbands weren’t to be trusted. But she could see no way out. She would try her luck.
He patted the space next to him. She reluctantly scooted closer.
The quietness of the room was palpable. She could hear the thud of her beating heart. She was scared. She hadn’t talked about her mother in years. Not out loud and to no one besides Marguerite. Her mother was a traitor. She was a liar. She was…
“She was kind,” Elisabeth said. “I don’t have many memories of her. But I remember sitting in her arms as she read to me and my sister. I remember her kissing me good night. I remember picking daisies and putting them in our hair.”
“Do you miss her?”
She stiffened. Did she miss her mother? She’d been dead for fifteen years now. She had been so young when she’d died.
She shrugged carefully. “I don’t know. I guess.”
“It’s okay to miss her.”
“Is it?” Elisabeth asked truthfully. She shook her head slightly. “I don’t think it is.”
Fernando took her hand in his. He placed a gentle kiss in her palm. “It’s alright.”
Elisabeth felt something stir in her. She looked at her husband’s bowed head. She didn’t remember much of her mother. But what she did remember she cherished.
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I'm a newb on this comm but welcome back, all the same! :D
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