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windflowerofskellige · 2 years ago

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Secrets are common in Nilfgaard. The Nilfgaardian court that Her Imperial Highness has called home for the last decade is full of conspirators and secret bearers. Not even the General is exempt from this. On the contrary, she'd be more surprised if he hadn't had a conspiratorial plot, being born into a princely family.

It's a well known fact amongst Nilfgaardians that the Emperor is her father, her dark eyes are the same. She has the same sharp profile and cold front.

It's also a well known fact that she is the daughter of the Duchess of Vicovaro. She cannot escape that fact, her family name has stuck with her almost as if it were branded into her skin. The Duchess is not a patient woman, the Duchess is not a kind woman. The Duchess only wishes to see her suffer.

The first rays of light in the northern expanse are not going to come for another couple hours, the sun rises so late in the north. By the Great Sun it is so cold in the north.

Sleepy blue eyes blink at her, she does not have the energy to be a menace. A cruel tormentor teasing the sleepy man next to her. No, secrets are common in Nilfgaard, she is no exception.

There are the common secrets she's held close to her chest, what her favourite flower is. What her favourite myth is, it's the one of the chained maiden off the coast of the alba in which the Great Moon put up against the stars when she perished. Perhaps… She will be the same. Immortalised where others have failed. But those secrets, the things that bring her joy, pale in comparison to the secret that's been weighing heavily on her conscience ever since Morvran revealed to her his father's plot against the Emperor, the plan to put him on the throne.

She was calm, she remembers distinctly, when he told her. She was calm because she was not surprised. She could've said she'd been watching Stephen Voorhis for some time, gathering intelligence on him like you would a foreign King. She knows more about his father than even he does, she suspects. He hadn't had time between being the paragon of what it means to be a Nilfgaardian nobleman and taking care of his siblings. Being the father to his siblings in his parents absence.

His arms wrap around her, pulling her against his chest. She looks up at him, beautiful and capable and the epitome of Nilfgaardian beauty. Fair-haired with cornflower blue eyes that sparkle like the flowers on the coast of the alba after a morning dew.

She misses the Alba river. The Pontar, by comparison, is dull and lifeless and home to monsters so dreadful she wonders how the nordlings have survived thus far. The Alba is not without its drowners and corpse eaters and other river monsters, but it is kept at bay by the empire. It is natural, and you would be surprised to see one on an average day.

"Are you okay?" His voice cuts through her thoughts.

She blinks at him, her tongue like lead in her mouth.

"I was thinking," she signs.

He pulls back to give her space, "thinking about?"

"Secrets."

"Secrets?" He repeats.

She nods.

"What about secrets?"

She tilts her head, thoughtfully. "Mine, my secrets."

"Ah, don't worry, everyone has a plan to kill their father should the need arise, especially when he's the Emperor," he teases.

She rolls her eyes, smacking his shoulder lightly. "Not that secret, stupid. And besides who isn't thinking about killing my father with these lightless wars."

He whistles, "true, not even the great moon shines on him, let alone the great sun. Then what is it, if Her Imperial Highness would be so kind as to tell me?"

She blinks, "perhaps… perhaps some other time. Some other day."

"Take as long as you need," he hums, then stands to go about his day.

Does your character have any secrets that they’ve never told anyone?

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