fic: Winter Queen
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bonnefoisThis is for myaru as "feel better!" thing, and as a thank you for proofreading something on my request. I'll still get that Lehran/Sanaki to you eventually, but I have to kick it into shape first, and that might take a while.
Title: Winter Queen
Author:measuringlife
Prompt: 011 - Woman King
Game: FE10
Pairing/Characters: fem!Soren, Micaiah
Words: 500
Warnings: Dark. Contains spoilers.
She has to fight to stay up against the mantle, which was made for far larger persons than herself. The crown is heavy upon her head, but she lifts her chin in defiance to them all. She is fragile and tiny, but it is said she has enough spirit to even rival Empress Sanaki. She is no meek, gentle boy like the king before; no advisor could twist her views, not even Sephiran himself, had the fates aligned so.
Daein has not had a queen since Helena the Mad. It is perhaps a bad omen, that when they think back, it is the bloodline of yet another crazed tyrant, after they'd just been freed from one three years ago.
Unlike Micaiah, Soren's differences set her apart. She does not heal with a touch. Her eyes are wary, and just threatening enough to set whispers about her bloodline, instead of proclaiming her a gift from the goddess. She is clipped and intelligent in a way which isn't charming, but condescending. She shames those who work for her, and trusts no one. She does not cultivate popularity, and has already shown hints of her father's authoritarianism.
Even at her coronation, there is little celebration.
Micaiah bows before her as the festivities progress. Daein seems tired. There is little hope in this wild girl plucked up from a desert orphanage. In truth, Soren does little to inspire, to instill hope in anyone. She seems to find the word, and the whole ideal behind it outdated.
"I hope to serve you to my best for the sake of Daein," she says.
"As well as you served the last king?" Soren asks. Her gaze is unforgiving. She doesn't speak the second part, but only thinks it, focusing intently upon her. How you supported him with a knife in his heart.
Micaiah flinches.
"I thought as much," Soren says.
"You may dismiss me, if you wish, but I will never stop working for the people," Micaiah says in an undertone. She meets the new queen's gaze. All she feels is coldness. Their red-eyed winter queen. "You can even kill me, but the will of the people can never be destroyed."
"Don't be foolish," Soren says, waving her away in a dismissive gesture. "You're far to valuable a tool to cast aside. But don't think for a moment you can manipulate me like you did that fool who came before."
"Of course, my queen," Micaiah replies.
Soren doesn't say a word, but Micaiah hears it loud and clear in her mind:
Don't think for a moment that I won't turn you into a martyr.
She bows and is dismissed. She feels Queen Soren's eyes on her back as she leaves.
This is their first battle, and Micaiah is not sure who has won, but she is certain that it will not be their last.
myaru as "feel better!" thing, and as a thank you for proofreading something on my request. I'll still get that Lehran/Sanaki to you eventually, but I have to kick it into shape first, and that might take a while.Title: Winter Queen
Author:
measuringlifePrompt: 011 - Woman King
Game: FE10
Pairing/Characters: fem!Soren, Micaiah
Words: 500
Warnings: Dark. Contains spoilers.
She has to fight to stay up against the mantle, which was made for far larger persons than herself. The crown is heavy upon her head, but she lifts her chin in defiance to them all. She is fragile and tiny, but it is said she has enough spirit to even rival Empress Sanaki. She is no meek, gentle boy like the king before; no advisor could twist her views, not even Sephiran himself, had the fates aligned so.
Daein has not had a queen since Helena the Mad. It is perhaps a bad omen, that when they think back, it is the bloodline of yet another crazed tyrant, after they'd just been freed from one three years ago.
Unlike Micaiah, Soren's differences set her apart. She does not heal with a touch. Her eyes are wary, and just threatening enough to set whispers about her bloodline, instead of proclaiming her a gift from the goddess. She is clipped and intelligent in a way which isn't charming, but condescending. She shames those who work for her, and trusts no one. She does not cultivate popularity, and has already shown hints of her father's authoritarianism.
Even at her coronation, there is little celebration.
Micaiah bows before her as the festivities progress. Daein seems tired. There is little hope in this wild girl plucked up from a desert orphanage. In truth, Soren does little to inspire, to instill hope in anyone. She seems to find the word, and the whole ideal behind it outdated.
"I hope to serve you to my best for the sake of Daein," she says.
"As well as you served the last king?" Soren asks. Her gaze is unforgiving. She doesn't speak the second part, but only thinks it, focusing intently upon her. How you supported him with a knife in his heart.
Micaiah flinches.
"I thought as much," Soren says.
"You may dismiss me, if you wish, but I will never stop working for the people," Micaiah says in an undertone. She meets the new queen's gaze. All she feels is coldness. Their red-eyed winter queen. "You can even kill me, but the will of the people can never be destroyed."
"Don't be foolish," Soren says, waving her away in a dismissive gesture. "You're far to valuable a tool to cast aside. But don't think for a moment you can manipulate me like you did that fool who came before."
"Of course, my queen," Micaiah replies.
Soren doesn't say a word, but Micaiah hears it loud and clear in her mind:
Don't think for a moment that I won't turn you into a martyr.
She bows and is dismissed. She feels Queen Soren's eyes on her back as she leaves.
This is their first battle, and Micaiah is not sure who has won, but she is certain that it will not be their last.
