Wingless Dragons | AnY [HIATUS]

[6] turquoise; her color

"It was only a matter of time," his voice trembling slightly, the cold seeping through his tone. "Hisashi cherished her but she wilted everytime he looked at you."

Wingless Dragons - [6]

s i x: turquoise; her color

***

He was staring at her -- he realized.

From her pale blue eyes to her enchanting silver hair, a trade only their family possess. They were born trying to live up expectations -- always, but she was the one who tried the hardest, always. Her long robes and the expensive fabric coating her petite figure was masking all of her fears, he could sense it from a mile away. She touched her face, coating it once more in a thick powdery substance before plastering a smile upon her lips.

Her smile looked cold.

"Reon," she called his name gently, turning around and grasping one of his hands, "why are you frowning? Today's a happy day!"

His frown flew away replaced by his signature indifferent expression. She smiled brighter as she did so, the hand placed upon his cheek was cold and shaky as a fallen leaf.

"For the people? Or for you, dear sister?"

Like lightning, his words struck her, but two could play this game. They both were incredulously good at putting up a front -- they aced it ever since the world forced them to. "Well, if the people are happy, how selfish can I to not to feel the same way?"

"So, are you not happy?"

But his sister never answered, because she fled from the room as the music started, signalling a start to a uniting of power all while he was left frozen to the floor, chains are binding his feet. He could already imagine how the people would be awed by her ethereal beauty and the king's presence -- they were both fitting for each other.

Part of him wanted to stop her, stop this madness and to finally end her selfless act. But part of him was happy for his country, for the lord he served for, and for the power his lord will gain. And the latter part wins, because no matter how selfish he was to steal the woman away, they were taught to act selfless -- give, give, give.

And along with the melting snow, his feelings melted away to water as his sister's heart bloomed into spring with love she knew would never come true.

Reon and Hieryu.

That day was Hieryu's wedding day.

***

"My apologies, dear sister, but another war has started."

Hieryu was silent. Reon longed to see those clear turqoise eyes of hers but she never turned to face him. The room felt odd, it felt cold -- a trait he knew his sister could never posess. So he waited for her to respond, as she suddenly sighed and clasped her hands together uttering words of plead -- a prayer. 

"I know," she started, her voice was distant, wavering like a pile of rock waiting to tumble down. She was his sister -- selfless, warm, kind, and the exact opposite of what he was. "Hisashi must go as well, as the queen it's my job to assist his depature, no? Of course, I should've known that he would picked you as the one to lead the main troop for the war, I should've known."