penistower | Nov. 2nd, 2016

He slips into her chamber late at night, unnoticed. He knows how to move without being detected, and he suspects it could even be hours yet before his act reaches the rest of the palace. Sitting in the chair at the edge of her bed, a place he's been wont to linger far after is appropriate, he waits for her to sense his presence and wake on her own. He knows her well enough by now to know that she will without any prompting on his end.

There's a bright red splatter across his tunic, his armors nowhere in sight. His hair too is ruffled as if there had been some type of struggle. He hopes he doesn't frighten her straight away, but there's no time. If she hears this news from anyone else she might assume the worst. He owes her one last truth before he leaves her side for good. Something he's so reluctant to do, but he knows she will rule this land with impunity and grace, and be far happier now besides.

"Sorry to wake you," he murmurs, his tone gravelly as he meets her eyes across the darkened room. There's so little time -- he wishes it could be different. Then again, maybe she already knows what's happened. He'll just have to wait for her to come around and hope that she doesn't fear him or see this as betrayal.