They nearly keep going on past their own thoughts, but pause.
Why not. They'd like their bitterness known. Pity and disgust war each time they think about either of their royal forbears. Disgust is winning soundly.
A perfect place to hide away from her subjects dying outside while citing guilt for the means to stop the Radiance, all while waiting for a replacement to that failed plan.
If The White Lady wanted better opinions about what she'd done, she could've chosen anything else.
The trellises and greenhouses/buildings and giant vases were ornate and pretty despite overgrowth and disrepair. There are green flowers double the size of either of us has grown over much of it.
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They nearly keep going on past their own thoughts, but pause.
Why not. They'd like their bitterness known. Pity and disgust war each time they think about either of their royal forbears. Disgust is winning soundly.
A perfect place to hide away from her subjects dying outside while citing guilt for the means to stop the Radiance, all while waiting for a replacement to that failed plan.
If The White Lady wanted better opinions about what she'd done, she could've chosen anything else.
The trellises and greenhouses/buildings and giant vases were ornate and pretty despite overgrowth and disrepair.
There are green flowers double the size of either of us has grown over much of it.