Series: Suikoden V
Prompt: Hollow.
Summary: AU, He was almost sad to know she had died.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything you recognize.
Rating: T
Genre: Romance/Tragedy/Angst.
Pairings: Gizel Godwin x Sialeeds Falenas.
Warnings: Nothing.
When news reached his ears that Her Highness Lady Sialeeds had died, he was surprised at how hollow and faded the world seemed. He dismissed the messenger, wondering what sort of emotion he was wearing then to sent the man running with his tail between his legs.
For the rest of the day since he heard the news, no one messed with Gizel Godwin.
The man himself didn't know why but the silence was refreshing for a change. Even the bothersome princess was silent and subdued, saddened and angered; she glared at him as usual when she saw him but the usual insults and cutting remarks were not present, it was as if she was letting him have the silence.
Who did she think he was? Who did she think she was?
Had she assumed anything from his face? He stared back at her and it was to her credit that she didn't flinch away like the guards did when they saw his expression.
"Are you sad?" Lymsleia asked suddenly, waving the guards away with a surprisingly authoritative look which the guard couldn't ignore. Gizel raised an eyebrow and she elaborated. "That Aunt Sialeeds is dead?"
"What about you, my Queen? Aren't you saddened?"
"She's a traitor," Lymsleia hissed with hate and venom, obviously not informed as to what Sialeeds' true intention was. "She tried to harm my brother, why should I be sad?" Even as she said this, they both knew it was a lie; easily told when the girl's voice broke and her breath hitched and her eyes reddened.
Gizel remained silent, mildly surprised that the death of someone could bring peace between the two. The one sided animosity, from Lym's part, was gone and it was all because of Sialeeds.
When Gizel thought about it, almost every turning point in his life was because of her. Back when he was younger and innocent, not cunning and still naive, holding hopes and dreams that the future was bright and beautiful and great, he recalled that she'd been the only one who could get him into trouble and breaking the rules: sneaking out past curfew for her, stole a boat to reach her, hurt himself trying to save her and the lists went on.
Then in the past few months, she'd been the one bringing the Prince further and further away from him, his authority and power along with that boy.
Now she was gone. He was supposed to be glad that she was gone and that was one more obstacle down. So why, he asked and wondered himself, why wasn't he rejoicing, where was the smile he always had for the public? He was above feeling sad, he shouldn't be because a traitor was dead and he wasn't sad. It wasn't what he had been feeling.
He was hollow, unable to feel anything but apathy to the world around him: grey and dull, near the point of meaningless but wasn't. Because if to him, life was meaningless, he wouldn't be fighting this war and still standing by his father's side.
He was almost sad to know she'd died.
But in the end, the ruling emotion was the emptiness; he only noticed how hollow he felt.
