Elizabeth settled into her chair, looking out of the window again, it was getting dark, and really she ought not be near anyone till her mind settled some. But she had to get some of it out of her mind.
"... It's the 19th of May. My mother was executed today. Beheaded by a sword and so died a bold death by everyone's accounts. The rest is just memories." She didn't look at Raven while she said any of this, just kept watching the dimming landscape. "Do you suppose it's wrong to find solace in memories? Even if they are not particularly good ones? Or clear any more? I loved my father, even if I perhaps ought not to. To be in his presence was like to be near the sun for awhile. So joyous, so full of life at times, it burnt you right through. I cannot explain what court is like, but it like a great nest, and all lived to see the King smile." Her mind was embellishing again, but it felt so much sweeter that way.
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"... It's the 19th of May. My mother was executed today. Beheaded by a sword and so died a bold death by everyone's accounts. The rest is just memories." She didn't look at Raven while she said any of this, just kept watching the dimming landscape. "Do you suppose it's wrong to find solace in memories? Even if they are not particularly good ones? Or clear any more? I loved my father, even if I perhaps ought not to. To be in his presence was like to be near the sun for awhile. So joyous, so full of life at times, it burnt you right through. I cannot explain what court is like, but it like a great nest, and all lived to see the King smile." Her mind was embellishing again, but it felt so much sweeter that way.