The Phet: Zaia's Telling
'I knew my High Empessa was doomed the moment she and Lerd Ezra laid eyes on each other. Lily, the least favored of the High Empessa's lovers, brought him as an offering to win back favor. "I have always wanted to share a kn...
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If she could, she would grow her hair way past her knees. She would sit in front of a vanity that has her name carved in it and spend hours braiding and unbraiding her hair. She would wear heavy fancy dresses that made her walk slow like a true high queen. She would have lovers that called her pet names like moonlight and sapphire. She would sleep in a bed so big that her fingertips did not reach the edge. A laugh disturbs her daydreaming.
"That is all you want? I could have given you that five hundred years ago." The royal beauty kisses her high cheekbones and her round nose. She likes the way the light reflects off her dark skin. She kisses her lips as she calls her,"My queen of the night." The royal can not find more words at the moment,so she lets her hands summon a beautiful bouquet of the darkest tulips to give to her beauty.
They are tinted the color of her lover's blood and the lace nightgown she is wearing. She takes the flowers from the royal with a toothy smile, but something does not feel right. Her seul feels unsettled. It feels lacking in this body of her's. It feels betrayed by the fluttering of wings in her stomach. "What's wrong?" The beautiful royal asks as she kisses the space between the other's lip and chin. "Such a delicate thing." She kisses her lover's fat lower lip. The other woman looks down at the only love she has known, slightly leaving from her kisses.
Well the only one she could remember. "It is you. It has always been you." She squeezes the tulips until petals start to fall; they wither before they hit the ground. The royal's thick eyebrows knit together in confusion as she steps away from the irate woman. "It's your fault, isn't it? You did this to me!" She throws what is left of the bouquet to the ground, but the smaller woman does not flinch. Her eyes darken, her teeth sharpen, yet she does not attack—even when the other's baby fangs emerge after her eyes narrowed.
"You asked what I wanted—I want it back! Whatever you took from me, give it back!" She is desperate for the other to oblige. "Some things will never be as they were, my sapphire." When the royal raises her hand, the angry woman freezes in place. The royal then twirls her fingers, reversing all of the other's previous movements. She walks to her lover who is still frozen in time, placing her hands on both sides of the other's temples. "It is not time yet." And just like that all is forgiven. Or maybe just forgotten.
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