36. Pact
…...I'm finally updating this after two years. Go me! I'm not dead!
Warnings: Dark, angsty, not happy. Snippet that floated into my head and wouldn't leave.
He stands at his bay window in his office in the rays of the dying sun, not looking at her while she stares at his back, her gut clenching at what he's just asked of her. It's almost unthinkable to her, that he'd ask her to do such a thing.
"Promise me," he says again. "That you'll do it if I ever become like him. Swear it."
She swallows thickly. He's a good man. A good ruler. Fair and just and kind. He's the complete opposite of his father. It's impossible that he'd ever become him, and yet she knows that her husband still fears that the madness that so afflicted his predecessors and his own sister may someday grip him, and he may become consumed with the lust for power, blood, and destruction.
"I will," she says, her voice scarcely above a whisper. And she means it.
And then says a silent prayer that she'll never have to fulfill it.
A/N: ….Yeah. I know, it sucked, but I had to get it out.