[ is arthur not yet crowned in his memory? does he not remember his own sacrifice? does he not remember healing the tear in the veil?
his wounds that mirror her own, though they remain hidden by her sleeves they throb with the memory of that dark pit and the laughter of cruel men. without realizing it she takes a hold one of her own wrists, a slow rub trying to sooth the pain.
( somewhere she remembers watching him sleep in her hovel, she remembers the sadness she had felt gazing upon him. ) ]
I missed some of the comforts, the beds and warm baths the most.
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his wounds that mirror her own, though they remain hidden by her sleeves they throb with the memory of that dark pit and the laughter of cruel men. without realizing it she takes a hold one of her own wrists, a slow rub trying to sooth the pain.
( somewhere she remembers watching him sleep in her hovel, she remembers the sadness she had felt gazing upon him. ) ]
I missed some of the comforts, the beds and warm baths the most.