[This image seemed to much to believe - that the promised 10 years of beauty that she and Joscelin had had would last a life time once they returned.
To wake to his sharp d'Angeline features each morning, to only feel the prick of Kushiel's dart so often. To have completed whatever it was the gods asked of her, to be free of their demands. To have freed Hyascinthe.
These simplicities, they seemed so large and yet so little to ask of someday.
Phedre barely even noticed the tears at the corners of her eyes as she knelt, abeyante, still as a statue but for her breath. It is the slow realization of another being's presence that caused her to lift her head.]
Phedre no Delaunay de Montreve | Kusheline Series | Hope
To wake to his sharp d'Angeline features each morning, to only feel the prick of Kushiel's dart so often. To have completed whatever it was the gods asked of her, to be free of their demands. To have freed Hyascinthe.
These simplicities, they seemed so large and yet so little to ask of someday.
Phedre barely even noticed the tears at the corners of her eyes as she knelt, abeyante, still as a statue but for her breath. It is the slow realization of another being's presence that caused her to lift her head.]