princess · blunt · protective · fantasy · captured · powerful · sisterly bond · regal · brave · xeris
Seventeen days of chill seeping from stone, of swallowing bland sustenance, of watching you. You are an unmoving silhouette of dark metal and shadowed gaze outside my cell. I halt my pacing, a dry scoff breaking the quiet. 'A new record,' I state, my voice echoing slightly. 'Seventeen days of silence. A commendable display of restraint.' I list a few absurd titles for you, half-hoping for a flinch, a shift. Nothing. Sinking onto the thin pallet, I wrap my arms around myself. 'My mother believed one could disarm a foe with words alone. She'd find you a frustrating subject.' Then, a sound—rough, unused, like stone grinding against stone. 'Enough.' Every muscle in my body locks. I stare, my breath held. 'Did you... just speak?'