Serpent's Throne

▸ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ◂

Her heart felt as if it was breaking, more like shattering. She couldn't breathe, couldn't feel. She was numb but she was also in a great amount of pain, she felt like she was being ripped apart from the inside.

Gasping for even a sliver of breath Storm clutched her chest as the tears tumbled down her already tear streaked face. All she could do was gasp for air as her lungs failed her and cry from the pain that rippled through her heart.

Stumbling through the castle halls Storm used the walls for support, her legs wavered slightly as if they may buckle underneath her weight at any given moment. She knew the stares she was receiving from the numerous servants and maids she'd pasted.

They were stares of pity and just a hint of wariness, though she cared not for their worried stares or their pointing and whispering. She could only focus on the bone wrenching pain.

It was like no pain she had ever experienced before, yes she'd lost many people, her grandfather, uncle Yulva, and her twin sister who died a day before their tenth birthday. Yes, she's lost much but never someone so close to her heart.

Her father. She was in sheer agony, it felt as if a sword had penetrated her heart and slowly moved in circles. Causing her entire body to rumple with the effect. This was a pain she knew would forever cripple her ability to love.

Watching as her mother, strong as always walked into the hall her face showing nothing but her eyes showing it all. The disappointment of seeing her daughter withering in pain for all to view, how disgraceful she'd say, how pathetic, and how peasant like to wear her emotions like a garment.

As her mother reached her Storm barely pulled herself together enough to stand to her full height. "If you wish to cry like..." as she spoke her hand moved as if to gesture her feelings on the matter. "This then perhaps do it in your chambers where no one can see you. You're causing a scene and keeping people from working and the preparations have to be finished for your father's funeral." Her voice softened just slightly at the last word and Storm could tell she was hurting too. Maybe even more so than herself, maybe they needed one another.

Nodding Storm breathed in deeply. "Of course..."

Watching as her mother's eyes softened Storm could only give her a small smile. "Your heart is bigger than you think, my love you and I will both get over this pain of losing your father."