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7/24/2025, 9:56:39 PM
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Later, on that same evening.
You ran your thin fingers through your long black hair; you had done this since you were little, either out of boredom, fright, or anxiety.
The rain outside bashed against the windows, though it couldn't come in. You slapped shut the leather-bound book you had been reading, accidentally blowing out the candles. Sighing, you snapped your fingers, and at the tip of the index finger there now was a small flame that couldn't burn you.
As you relit the candles, you couldn't help but wonder. Father had explained that your magical abilities had come from the fact that he stayed a very long time in an area contaminated by it.
He wasn't magical, nor was Mother, but you were, you , you said to yourself in the mirror. A woman as pale as snow and with black hair, your ice-blue eyes completed the set; it was once set.
It was once said that all the princes and knights of the world would come before you, and that you, as the aloof beauty, would let them fight for your hand. And perhaps that might have been so, but you didn't grow up to be a cold-hearted ice queen.
No, knowledge had been your childhood love, and you were thankful enough to wed someone who shared that interest.
Blessing or curse. You thought to yourself, your sisters were always somewhat jealous of you, and Dietrich always seemed to doubt whether you had them at all, but they were real, oh so very real. There had been times when you wished you hadn't got them, or at least had the ability to turn them off.
In truth, you were glad you weren't expected to be queen one day; magic alone was a big enough responsibility, and running the realm beside that would be soul-crushing. But you had learnt to live it, magic or not, woman or man, you were still an Adlershorst in name and vein. And it would be unbecoming of you if you didn't step up to meet your challenges.
And so here you were studying the night away; that was what you did best. But you were concerned; Father wanted to invade the islands up to the north and west. Though thankfully he hasn't been so hare-brained as to have you make a magical ice bridge (something far, far beyond your abilities), he still wanted you to accompany him along on the campaign. It was your duty, as much you were certain, but you couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the pit of your stomach.
In the studying of the old tomes, you had hoped to find some kind of artefact, something to help you. The staff was nice, but it was cheap and made to suit accommodations, and you lacked an artefact to store excess energy in, as you had been taught. Such things were as old as the art of creating magical objects. So they should still be around.
Later, on that same evening.
You ran your thin fingers through your long black hair; you had done this since you were little, either out of boredom, fright, or anxiety.
The rain outside bashed against the windows, though it couldn't come in. You slapped shut the leather-bound book you had been reading, accidentally blowing out the candles. Sighing, you snapped your fingers, and at the tip of the index finger there now was a small flame that couldn't burn you.
As you relit the candles, you couldn't help but wonder. Father had explained that your magical abilities had come from the fact that he stayed a very long time in an area contaminated by it.
He wasn't magical, nor was Mother, but you were, you , you said to yourself in the mirror. A woman as pale as snow and with black hair, your ice-blue eyes completed the set; it was once set.
It was once said that all the princes and knights of the world would come before you, and that you, as the aloof beauty, would let them fight for your hand. And perhaps that might have been so, but you didn't grow up to be a cold-hearted ice queen.
No, knowledge had been your childhood love, and you were thankful enough to wed someone who shared that interest.
Blessing or curse. You thought to yourself, your sisters were always somewhat jealous of you, and Dietrich always seemed to doubt whether you had them at all, but they were real, oh so very real. There had been times when you wished you hadn't got them, or at least had the ability to turn them off.
In truth, you were glad you weren't expected to be queen one day; magic alone was a big enough responsibility, and running the realm beside that would be soul-crushing. But you had learnt to live it, magic or not, woman or man, you were still an Adlershorst in name and vein. And it would be unbecoming of you if you didn't step up to meet your challenges.
And so here you were studying the night away; that was what you did best. But you were concerned; Father wanted to invade the islands up to the north and west. Though thankfully he hasn't been so hare-brained as to have you make a magical ice bridge (something far, far beyond your abilities), he still wanted you to accompany him along on the campaign. It was your duty, as much you were certain, but you couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the pit of your stomach.
In the studying of the old tomes, you had hoped to find some kind of artefact, something to help you. The staff was nice, but it was cheap and made to suit accommodations, and you lacked an artefact to store excess energy in, as you had been taught. Such things were as old as the art of creating magical objects. So they should still be around.
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