07-14-2017, 02:51 AM
(This post was last modified: 07-14-2017, 02:52 AM by DrinkToMeOnlyWithThineEyes.)
Beriadan had come into his cousin's room with the paint that he had applied ever since his cousin had agreed to Binding with the rival kingdom's ruler. He still had his reservations towards such a union but he had seen his family fall and he was seeing his cousin fade before his very eyes. His king rarely slept or ate, he rarely did anything that used to bring joy to him, and the advisor and high councilman worried for Erumollien.
So it was unsurprising that he had immediately sent for the mind healers to be fetched when he came upon the sight of his cousin lying upon the floor with tears staining his cheeks. How no one heard his cries was beyond him. He loathed himself for being deaf to his kinsman's suffering. He knew he was several doors away but the superior hearing of the High elves should have tipped him off that those cries he heard was not the wind.
"Erumollien, why do you do this to yourself." He spoke softly as he lifted his cousin up onto his bed just as the healers burst in. He set aside the paint and decided he shall not reapply them on his dear cousin that day. Traditions be damned but he must find a way to keep his cousin from fading away from him.
He stepped out of the room and wondered to himself why the king's intended never woke from slumber to wonder at the grieving song his cousin surely would have sung, or even have heard his cries. But he supposed those that were not of the favoured did not understand or have too much to feel from those that are closer to them.
He stayed outside his cousin's room, asking for the king's papers to be sent to him so he may overlook them to see if he can help his kin. He sighed and called for a guard, "Announce that for today I shall be holding open court for the king is in need of rest." He looked inside Erumollien's room and saw his cousin looking ashen despite his dark skin, the healer's hands glowed with an otherworldly light as they placed a hand upon his King's eyes, ears, mouth and chest. He knew that they were taking away the darkness in his heart that had begun consuming him since his family's death but he also knew that to fade was almost lethal for them. He knew that it might be too late and he might be forced to see his last family wither away til he was nothing.
The only mercy was as far as he could see, the king will be with his family if he dies and his intended does not need to trouble himself. From what he observed from afar, this Tristan-King was just deluding himself into thinking he was nurturing affections for his cousin. And he would rather go through the fires of the Other than see his cousin be falsely loved due to a delusion.
So it was unsurprising that he had immediately sent for the mind healers to be fetched when he came upon the sight of his cousin lying upon the floor with tears staining his cheeks. How no one heard his cries was beyond him. He loathed himself for being deaf to his kinsman's suffering. He knew he was several doors away but the superior hearing of the High elves should have tipped him off that those cries he heard was not the wind.
"Erumollien, why do you do this to yourself." He spoke softly as he lifted his cousin up onto his bed just as the healers burst in. He set aside the paint and decided he shall not reapply them on his dear cousin that day. Traditions be damned but he must find a way to keep his cousin from fading away from him.
He stepped out of the room and wondered to himself why the king's intended never woke from slumber to wonder at the grieving song his cousin surely would have sung, or even have heard his cries. But he supposed those that were not of the favoured did not understand or have too much to feel from those that are closer to them.
He stayed outside his cousin's room, asking for the king's papers to be sent to him so he may overlook them to see if he can help his kin. He sighed and called for a guard, "Announce that for today I shall be holding open court for the king is in need of rest." He looked inside Erumollien's room and saw his cousin looking ashen despite his dark skin, the healer's hands glowed with an otherworldly light as they placed a hand upon his King's eyes, ears, mouth and chest. He knew that they were taking away the darkness in his heart that had begun consuming him since his family's death but he also knew that to fade was almost lethal for them. He knew that it might be too late and he might be forced to see his last family wither away til he was nothing.
The only mercy was as far as he could see, the king will be with his family if he dies and his intended does not need to trouble himself. From what he observed from afar, this Tristan-King was just deluding himself into thinking he was nurturing affections for his cousin. And he would rather go through the fires of the Other than see his cousin be falsely loved due to a delusion.