A Caged Eagle

[MunaZaldrizoti 8037]

 

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The queen-dowager sat in the cramped cell, her head leaned back against the iron walls as she watched her daughter-in-law, Marie, sleep. The day's stress had outdone the happiness that was Marie's coronation, and the pair were exhausted in their current state. Lisette looked about, over the vast expanse that stretched out below them. She frowned slightly, wondering how many prisoners had this same view. The cage rocked gently in the night breeze, a chill sent through the iron bars.

 

Lisette drifted off to sleep, and her dreams were a stormy ocean of memories. She saw the day she met her husband, Tobias, when he was young and new to war. The day their twins were born, and their own coronation day. She say her daughters playing together in the royal gardens, her son Arthur at his first sword-fighting lesson. But suddenly, the scenes all turned to black, and the aged queen stood alone in the darkness. Before her stood her dead husband, her Tobias. "My love...you've come to rescue me." He'd shake his head, smiling sadly. "I am only here to give you comfort, my dearest. You know I am long since passed from this world." Lisette would try and run to him, but her legs were heavy and weighted. She'd tumble to the ground, watching with tear-filled eyes as her husband vanished.

 

She'd awake with a start, as the cage was jolted. The dung stains upon her dress and arms had raised an unearthly scent, and hints of the flour they had been doused in still collected in the corners of their cage. The queen-dowager could only mutter a silent prayer, for the life of her children and her daughter-in-law, as she sent a longing, solemn gaze back towards the horizon. The sun was rising, a new day in captivity. "Save us, Tobias...Save us both..."

 

 

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[WuHanXianShi14 0]

"I wish people would stop using animals to personify themselves." The Hawk druid muttered, his hawk-like eyes glaring hawkishly in front of him.

[marilka 552]

The farmhouse creaked and moaned as a gust of wind passed through the wooden door panels, the Royal women waiting in anguishing silence. Just athwart from the confines of her newfangled bedchamber, young Marie is swept from the environs of her safety, armigers of new and old suffering paroxysms at the budding royal’s expense. With fettered appendages, the princess is unable to escape the inhumane acts against herself and her in-law, seeking comfort eftsoons in the memory of her distant son to the sway of her suspended prison, clutching a square of the boy's bearing sheet.

[Mj. 697]

Wem recalls good times with his brother Tobias.

[lawnmowerman 3040]

*only wants marie therese freed

[JuliusAakerlund 2402]

"I pray for the both of them, I have been captured plenty of times myself and know the perils of a cage the long nights and slow days." Ilthrumar would state as he'd sit down in prayer.

[garentoft 9265]

"I pray that my sister will soon return home." Mutters Gustave de Aryn, looking up from his fireplace.

[Dreek 1633]

Moved to The Great Library. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.

 

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