Hope Fades in a Silver Glass
a
drabble series
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VII. Drabble II: Hear the Trumpets Sound
A hundred words, yet none were spoken. On Midsummer's Eve, two souls will be reunited, just as two hearts will forever be parted.
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The sounds of trumpets blare below, but they echo hollowly in his ears. He turns to the prince, hand rising midway towards his cheek before stopping. Curling his fingers into a fist, his hand falls back to his side. He drops his gaze, lips pursing tight.
"Will you not let me speak?" he says.
The silence following it is almost painful.
"There are no more words to say."
Fists clench tighter. He looks out over the walls, seeing approaching banners of silver. He closes his eyes tightly, but in his ears, the hollow echoes of welcoming trumpets continue to sound.
05 July 05
Author's Notes:
I am still planning to add to this. Maybe just a few more drabbles here and there and I still have some unfinished projects in A/L which I will work on again soon. Just so to let you guys know. Thank you again for the continued support despite the unproductive year.