Quietly
Summary- Garnet's third heir isn't like her older siblings. She's not serious, she's not regal, she deosn't even look like them, and yet the town loves her more. She reminds them of the woman Garnet used to be. Read 'In the Night' to understand.
ZidaneDagger, told through the eyes of Freya Neikole (Neika) til Alexandros as she deals with her own problems on the side.
Rated T. Romance/Drama.
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A/N- I'm writing this to respond to the reviews for In the Night. They asked for a continuation, so I wrote a sequel instead. I hope to please all. Thank you.
Prologue- Indoctrinated by Death
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Freya Neikole til Alexandros stood before the grave of her father, long after her mother, brother, sister, and attendants moved away, allowing a single tear of remorse roll down her cheek. He hadn't deserved his death. He was a good king, and a good father.
But he had never loved her.
He had tried, it was true, but Neikole could tell from the expression in his eyes as he looked at her that something wasn't right about her. Neika just assumed that because she was the third child, she wasn't as important as her brother, Alexander, and her sister, Vivian. Both of them were made to rule. You could tell, just by the way they held themselves and the haughty looks on their trained faces. They never went into the city, or even spoke to their subjects. They thought it was beneath them, so their mother did it instead, almost always accompanied by their youngest sister.
Alexandria loved Neika, and though her looks were not the same, she reminded them endlessly of the woman Garnet used to be, and told her so. She wished they wouldn't. It made her feel awkward, especially whenever she had to be with her mother.
"So how were the people in town today?" she would ask.
And just like a child being asked how her school day went, Neika would mumble a, "Fine," and then change the subject.
Her mother was a kind woman, and a good queen, but she was distant, as though she had impossible expectations of her life that never seemed to add up. Whenever Neika would ask, her mother would get this wistful look on her face, put on a misty smile, and stroke the girl's hair, never saying a word in response.
"We should go," said Neikole's moogle friend, Asciua, tugging on her hand, bringing the girl back to the reality where her father was lying in a tomb under the large headstone she had been staring at for what seemed like hours. "We should go," Asciua repeated, tugging harder.
"Did he ever love me, Asci?" Neika asked her friend, trying to find some closure in this.
The moogle seemed weigh her words carefully before responding. "Honestly, kupo, I don't think he did. He was too absorbed in his greed for the throne, and his dreams for Prince Alexander and Princess Vivian, kupo."
Neika's eyes flashed away from the tombstone to glare at the moogle. "My father was a good man. He had no greed. He was selfless."
"Then why do you ask me if he loved you, kupo? Surely you would know," Asci retorted calmly. She had heard this line many times.
"I don't know why," Neika said through a tightening throat, as though it had been the stupidest question to ask. "I know he loved me." With that, she kissed the headstone, placed her flowers at its base, and moved away.
Watching her glide away, dark brown sheet of hair flying behind her in the wind, Asciua muttered, "You act mature for your ten years, Freya Neikole, until you start saying things like that, and knowing full well that they aren't true."
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Just the prologue. I'll have more soon. Thanks for reading!
Oh, and once again, you should read 'In the Night' for this to make a bit more sense. I guess you don't have to, but it's suggested.
Again, thanks!
KT
