A/N: Written for the Becoming the Tamer King Challenge, Azulongmon's Task: write about a conflict.
Phantom Lips
Sometimes, Cordelia felt those sweet soft lips enveloping her own ones and she imagined more boyish ones coated with fresh blood. It was a fleetingly disgraceful dream on all accounts: her husband was as good a man as she could ask for, a noble who had learned to live as a commoner and love it. And those other lips she imagined but had never felt were a woman's…and just any woman's, but a woman she'd raised like her own child.
If only Juliet hadn't been so close to her age. Of only she hadn't been Odin for so long, uncovering her hair and femininity for Cordelia alone – and that just spoke more of her foolishness, because she knew best the woman Juliet was, and yet…she imagined the phantom kiss on her lips as Odin's afterimage. If only she hadn't looked to Romeo with such unbidden jealousy when he'd fallen in love – if only Juliet hadn't fallen in love, then Cordelia wouldn't have realised where her heart truly lay.
But it was all foolishness, because Juliet was gone to where only Romeo could be with her, and she was married to Benvolio. And she did love him. But sometimes the forbidden shadows of an even more forbidden and foolish love snuck in.
