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[princess_of_ida]

Three for the gleam of a jewel or a smile.



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[princess_of_ida]

Then I wouldn't have you. I'm glad they didn't.

[Fuck Godfinn. Fuck their mother for letting it happen. Fuck First Child Nikolai. Fuck them all.]

I wasn't made to rule either. I could have, but I never wanted to be the Crown Princess of Ida. I chose to serve. Yet here I am. Here you are.

[seaboard]

I am not worthy of you.

[ She cannot be, she knows she could never be. ]

You are strong, so, so strong and I am - [ Weak as wet sand, giving away at the gentlest brush of the tide. ] I do not know what I am.

[princess_of_ida]

You're mine. [Ianthe turned Gilia's face up to kiss away her tears.] And the only one who gets to decide if you're worthy of me is me.

Both you and Alina say the same thing, and you're both wrong.

[seaboard]

[ She manages the brief laughter, her eyes closed, wet lashes stuck together. ]

You seem drawn to us, my love, we must do something for you one day, so you know how much we both likely would be lost without you.

[princess_of_ida]

Wouldn't that be the day...

[Alina was so temperamental. Ianthe couldn't decide if she'd go for the idea, be offended by it, be jealous, or just be insecure about it. Probably that last one.]