#. 𓆩 𝖄 𓆪 / . solos — ⚔︎

[fyreblood]

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 　𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍　𝐎𝐅　𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐎𝐒　 ;     .         ♱     — 　SOLO　( sang yire )

“　𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦　𝘮𝘺　𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 ,　𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦　𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴　𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭　. . .

time, as yire has begun to believe, is as cruel as fate. she is alone now, in a world she never wished to be in and in a position she never wished to hold and she wonders how life would have been had she left years ago, succeeded in her attempts of escape. the weight of duty falls heavy on her shoulders and she bears it with indignity, a clumsiness unbefitting of her name but she was never brought up for the life she had been handed. perhaps the only reason she is still where she stands, is because even the enemies could pity her. she is nothing but a child playing pretend and despite her unwavering naivety, even that is something yire know.

time, as yire has begun to believe, is as cruel as fate. she is alone now, in a world she never wished to be in and in a position she never wished to hold and she wonders how life would have been had she left years ago, succeeded in her attempts of escape. the weight of duty falls heavy on her shoulders and she bears it with indignity, a clumsiness unbefitting of her name but she was never brought up for the life she had been handed. perhaps the only reason she is still where she stands, is because even the enemies could pity her. she is nothing but a child playing pretend and despite her unwavering naivety, even that is something yire know. 

she has seen many things in the years since each of the members of her family were picked off, one by one, falling like dominoes in the wind. hideous, gruesome things that she never wished to see and still half refuses to acknowledge. the sang residence is now too large and too empty but it is not the same freedom as she longed for. and as she sits idly at the desk in what had used to be her father’s and then her older siblings’ office and now hers, she finds herself simply lost and empty. she had not been in this room for many months, not since the most recent death of her sibling but amongst what had been abandoned, she begins to wonder if the sang legacy was ever meant to last. 

this world was not the one for sang yire but destiny had made other plans for her, they chose this and she knows she is bound, not by duty but my loyalty and memory. the years have stolen her spark, and she has lost much of the fire that burnt within her but they had not made her ruthless as she must be in her role and they had surely not wisened her in any way to be worthy of head of her house and the master of ships. the navy in her command, stood proudly only because of the aid of others. the last man standing was never meant to be her and she knows it, in some way, that she is left only because she cannot fight back in a way that incites fear more than amusement. she will not fight a revolt, she fights only for her own freedom.

yire leafs through the papers her sibling had left behind in her wake, amongst them invitations for the wedding the previous year and countless documents she knew she would never read, and one by one, with the smallest flicker of fire from her fingertips, rescinds the paper to ashes. the smallest of smiles, and the saddest graces her features as she sets her head back against the plush chair and she kicks her feet up to rest on the desk. its an act she knows once upon a time would have made her father scold her and her mother shoot her a look of disapproval. perhaps her sister would have laughed, or her brother would have joined her. so in her head, she pretends everything returns to what it had been. she fabricates yet another lie, like she had always been so good at doing. but this time, it is herself who she wants to fool. 

master of ships be damned to the girl who never wanted it. the only thing she truly masters now, is controlling her own reality.

chaos screams her name in a different tune, not one of only childish delight but of desperation. perhaps, when this war is fought and done, hoping she has made the right choice with her political silence, there would be no need for her house any longer; she is useless to the crown in all dimensions. yire dreams that night, of being pardoned of her duty, stripped of her nobility for all she cares. perhaps they will allow her to trade her control of the navy for a single ship, one she can use to set sail for another land that has never even heard her name. she dreams of leaving it all behind because there is nothing left for her here. 

the scarlet city has not felt like home in a long time. 

[fyreblood]

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