January 7, 2014
We're Not Gonna Fall-Daughtry (3:19)
Tin Man
DG and Az
She held her hand tightly. She wouldn't let go. Not ever again. Here was her home. Here she was needed. She wouldn't let her sister fall again. This time she even had help keeping her sister up.
Az huddled a little closer as DG led her to the council chambers with Glitch, Raw and the Cains right behind them. Their mother had told them that they needn't worry about what was being discussed. That they had healing to do. But one of Jeb's faithful fighters had whispered the truth.
Today the council was deciding what was to be done with the princesses. Many of the oh-so-noble Lords wanted both princesses declared unfit. It didn't matter to them that the Royal Army would take a dim view of this. It didn't matter to them that the people would revolt. They pooh-poohed any such assertions.
Az, they believed to be too weak to rule. "After all, she allowed herself to be possessed," one of them had claimed.
DG, they believed to be too strange and Othersider to rule. "And she let the witch free," another had pointed out.
The doors opened before them nearly soundlessly. The guards on either side stared straight ahead as though they couldn't see the group invading the council chambers. But Az caught the grin on the one guards face. She would bet any amount of platinum that the doors wouldn't be shut all of the way and most of the guard force would be lurking in the hall. She caught DG's eye and they grinned together.
Side by side DG and Az stepped into the room. Hands clasped and friends at their backs they would show these cowardly Lords exactly how much they were ready to rule. As long as they had each other they could do anything.
These men who had run faster than a Papay to escape the Sorceress had nothing on the men and women who had fought for their freedom. Men and women who believed in both of the princesses. Men and women that had seen the horror of war and had watched the recording of the demise of the witch with hope in their hearts for the first time in fifteen annuals. The men and women who now stood literally and figuratively behind their princesses. They would not allow their hope for salvation and peace to be cast aside.
DG and Az would stand before them and block the blows from falling on their people. They would protect those who had fought for them. They would not fall and they would not fail. The cowardly Lords that had run could go straight to the Deadly Desert and not come out. They would not break. They were the princesses and they would fight for each other and their people. United. Together. Forever.