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Download Work HeaderRating: Not Rated Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: Gen Fandom: Seven Kingdoms: The Princess Problem (Visual Novel) Character: Ambitious Widow Additional Tags: Character Study Well OC study technically but Ficlet Originally Posted on Tumblr 7kpp Week Minor Character Death Language: English Stats: Published: 2015-09-06 Words: 353 Chapters: 1/1 Hits: 0
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Summary:
/once upon a time, a little girl with long red hair read a book of fairy tales./ We all surround ourselves with pretty illusions. It's just that some of us don't care about them. A ficlet about Lady Rhiannon of Revaire.
Work Text:Once upon a time, a little girl with long red hair read a book of fairy tales.
She wasn't reading it for herself, of course. Not even then.
She was reading it for the children around her.
"And then, since the girl had the other glass slipper, the prince knew that she was the one he had fallen in love with on the other night. He took her with him to the castle, and they married instantly. And they all lived happily ever after."
Her sisters squealed, complimenting her for her excellent storytelling skills, and giggling, and she soaked in the praise.
Things changed. People got older.
As time passed, the little girl with red hair donned a white dress and veil, and went down the aisle to marry a man 40 years older than herself.
Her hands shook, but she didn't exactly care. Yes, she was afraid, but something like love?
That was the sort of thing you only found in fairytales.
Later on, a woman in a red dress, red hair, with a red veil covering her face, stood at a funeral.
With one red-gloved hand, she wiped her dry eyes with a lacy handkerchief.
That man had been a beast. The world was better off without him-oh, where was she trying to justify things?
Ideals didn't matter. 'Good' and 'evil' didn't matter.
The only thing that mattered in this world was power.
And it was rather hard for a woman in this world to get power, wasn't it?
The period of mourning for her dearly departed husband was over, but Lady Rhiannon of Revaire still wore red.
She supposed at this point, it was a badge of honor. A way to show that she knew what people said about her.
(It was true, of course.)
She made her way into the delegation, of course. To become whatever she wanted, to get as much power as she could-
That was the fate that she was looking for.
The sea spray fell into her face as she sat on the deck of the boat, and she smiled to herself like a cat.
