I rest as my maids smoothed out my robes, adjust my crown, hand me my crook and flail and lay me down. My beloved loyal maids, to have two of my most trusted advisors by my side as I ascend to my place by the gods is a blessing. But even more comforting as I lay dying is the presence of my love, Anthony sleeping peacefully just beyond my arms reach. He looks so much more peaceful like this, the lines that years of war and toil smoothed by his slumber. No longer does he seem the desperate, drunk man he became, once again he's the strong Anthony of so many years ago. I can feel a dull warmth in my body, soon I'll rejoin him.
Iras has already fallen at my feet, the blessed girl, her suffering was not prolonged. I can feel Charmain reach out to move her, adjust her to a more dignified position. But I can feel her weight slump against the bed, she's too weak. Instead she reverts to fixing my hair, ensuring my image when they come to find me. When they enter my sacred chamber, they
Choosing FreedomChoosing Freedom
There's dust covering the old portraits of my family, it's been a long time since I've bothered to look at them. It seems pointless, I left them behind a long time ago, although they left me longer ago still. It was a hard decision, one that shouldn't be. It was one thing weighed against everything else - them, or everything I'd ever wanted.
I don't blame them, I don't hate them for it, I even respect them for it. They stood by what they believed in, they didn't sway in the face of losing their daughter, they held resolute and I understand. It can't have been easy either, others while whisper behind their backs - they left their daughter, why didn't they do everything in their power to keep her sheltered beneath their parental wing? They'd do ANYTHING for their children. Somehow I doubt it, maybe if they really realised just what anything could entail, they'd think differently..
But no, they let me go. Maybe they understood, maybe they realised that I could never be wi