He broke our oldest, first and most sacred law. He made war.
[ What else could deserve such a horrible fate, truly, than to cause others to die?
If she were telling this story for herself, it might be impossible. But to distract someone else? She can remove it from herself like the orators and history keepers told the stories of any great family. That too, is the cost. Just like her ancestors, one day, she supposes, they will rip apart the story of her life, and find her wanting too. They would have too, after what she had done. ]
It is a long thing to explain if you do not know about the Accords and the like... [ boring lessons of a childhood spent with tutors drilling her about this law and that and what way to greet each person and... ] ... but our ancestors agreed a long, long time ago, to never make war in exchange for perpetual and eternal peace. It meant, in turn, that we live frugally, and humbly.
... It... it never sat with him well. I think he was... hungry inside. He never seemed to... to have enough, when we were children. But as King, to want otherwise... he would have to abdicate, first. He decided to make another choice and broke every ancient law and pact that kept us safe. He went behind everyone's backs and... did the unthinkable.
[ And how well he had done it, how well he schemed. His brilliant mind and brilliant smile meant they had never know just how far it had run, how well planned that even after his death, it was an avalanche of acts that had finally exploded and -
... and she finished it. She has to swallow her own pain physically now. Shutting her eyes, evening her breathing forcefully. In, and then out, in and then out. Not daring to open her eyes until she knew she would not shake.
You are Second-Child, Gilia, the face of our people, don't you dare offer anything less than strength! ]
And for that suffering he brought to the world, it had to be repaid to him.
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[ What else could deserve such a horrible fate, truly, than to cause others to die?
If she were telling this story for herself, it might be impossible. But to distract someone else? She can remove it from herself like the orators and history keepers told the stories of any great family. That too, is the cost. Just like her ancestors, one day, she supposes, they will rip apart the story of her life, and find her wanting too. They would have too, after what she had done. ]
It is a long thing to explain if you do not know about the Accords and the like... [ boring lessons of a childhood spent with tutors drilling her about this law and that and what way to greet each person and... ] ... but our ancestors agreed a long, long time ago, to never make war in exchange for perpetual and eternal peace. It meant, in turn, that we live frugally, and humbly.
... It... it never sat with him well. I think he was... hungry inside. He never seemed to... to have enough, when we were children. But as King, to want otherwise... he would have to abdicate, first. He decided to make another choice and broke every ancient law and pact that kept us safe. He went behind everyone's backs and... did the unthinkable.
[ And how well he had done it, how well he schemed. His brilliant mind and brilliant smile meant they had never know just how far it had run, how well planned that even after his death, it was an avalanche of acts that had finally exploded and -
... and she finished it. She has to swallow her own pain physically now. Shutting her eyes, evening her breathing forcefully. In, and then out, in and then out. Not daring to open her eyes until she knew she would not shake.
You are Second-Child, Gilia, the face of our people, don't you dare offer anything less than strength! ]
And for that suffering he brought to the world, it had to be repaid to him.