Apollette twisted her chiton, tightly, the thin cloth biting into her palms like knives. Blood gradually seeped into the pale color.
She did not notice. Terranis was gone.
He had come to her last night. She had not expected what he was to say to her.
"I'm a demon, Apollette, I need to leave you."
Apollette hadn't understood him, the pain was so intense. Realization slowly set in and the tears came in floods.
He didn't even try to comfort me, Apollette thought bitterly. He just said his piece and left my soul to die.
A frown crossed the face of the princess. She droppd the scarlet-stained cotton and stood, crossing the
long hall into her bedchambers. Kile, one of her many maidens, rushed forward, bowed and immediately removed
the dirtied chition and dressed the princess in a gown of silk within seconds. Apollette sighed and waved Kile off
as she finished. The princess crossed to her mirror and removed the heavy nemes headress, shaking down her long
black locks. Apollette gazed, nearly sickened at herself. Kile noticed this look and hurried forward, brush in hand.
She began running it through the ebon tresses of her princess and sighed.
"My lady...you need not dwell on such trivial facts as love..."
Kile paused as Apollette's eyes narrowed in disgust. The princess' lips parted to protest, but Kile went on.
"Your lover reveals to you his true nature. So he is a "demon". Why should such a thing matter?
If you really trust and love him, you will ignore such a thing."
Kile stopped brushing and procedded to braid the hair of Apollette, who drew a shuddering breath.
"Kile...I...I love him, I know. But it is wrong. He must love another. If I revealed such a
fact to him, he would surely leave me indefinately!"
A smile came to the maid's face as Apollette spoke. Kile reassured her.
"No. If you love him, he will surely have to listen to you,
no matter how jackassed he appears to be. Go to him, my lady. Comfort him in his time of need."
A steady stream of tears slipped down Apollette's cheeks, coated in black ocher. Yet she nodded.
"I will. Ready my parchment."
Kile nodded and backed away to fetch a scribe. Apollette rose and looked back at herself, hard.
Before her stood a shoyru, a shoyru with a broken heart. Her body was far to beautiful to be taken seriously.
The cerulean eyes were coated in a glassy sheen, and messy black makeup stained her face. The black hair was
set into many tiny plaits. The cornflower silk shone dimly in the fading light. Apollette drew a shuddering
breath. Her whisper was gossamer.
"Trust is like glass."
She did not notice. Terranis was gone.
He had come to her last night. She had not expected what he was to say to her.
"I'm a demon, Apollette, I need to leave you."
Apollette hadn't understood him, the pain was so intense. Realization slowly set in and the tears came in floods.
He didn't even try to comfort me, Apollette thought bitterly. He just said his piece and left my soul to die.
A frown crossed the face of the princess. She droppd the scarlet-stained cotton and stood, crossing the
long hall into her bedchambers. Kile, one of her many maidens, rushed forward, bowed and immediately removed
the dirtied chition and dressed the princess in a gown of silk within seconds. Apollette sighed and waved Kile off
as she finished. The princess crossed to her mirror and removed the heavy nemes headress, shaking down her long
black locks. Apollette gazed, nearly sickened at herself. Kile noticed this look and hurried forward, brush in hand.
She began running it through the ebon tresses of her princess and sighed.
"My lady...you need not dwell on such trivial facts as love..."
Kile paused as Apollette's eyes narrowed in disgust. The princess' lips parted to protest, but Kile went on.
"Your lover reveals to you his true nature. So he is a "demon". Why should such a thing matter?
If you really trust and love him, you will ignore such a thing."
Kile stopped brushing and procedded to braid the hair of Apollette, who drew a shuddering breath.
"Kile...I...I love him, I know. But it is wrong. He must love another. If I revealed such a
fact to him, he would surely leave me indefinately!"
A smile came to the maid's face as Apollette spoke. Kile reassured her.
"No. If you love him, he will surely have to listen to you,
no matter how jackassed he appears to be. Go to him, my lady. Comfort him in his time of need."
A steady stream of tears slipped down Apollette's cheeks, coated in black ocher. Yet she nodded.
"I will. Ready my parchment."
Kile nodded and backed away to fetch a scribe. Apollette rose and looked back at herself, hard.
Before her stood a shoyru, a shoyru with a broken heart. Her body was far to beautiful to be taken seriously.
The cerulean eyes were coated in a glassy sheen, and messy black makeup stained her face. The black hair was
set into many tiny plaits. The cornflower silk shone dimly in the fading light. Apollette drew a shuddering
breath. Her whisper was gossamer.
"Trust is like glass."