Post by Mira on Dec 14, 2016 14:12:04 GMT
City after city had been explored and discarded as too high risk with too little reward, or unable to be salvaged. The dim lights of Albany's night flooded in the hotel window, her slender legs outstretched with her heels propped on the sill, ankles crossed. Staring out into the unknown, the weight of past failure and missed chances fell heavy on her head, her heart and an anger brewed. So often, too often, she was dismissed for an apparent lack of ambition.
If they only knew. Fingers curled tight into tiny fists, lifted just inches and slammed onto the arms of the chair, making it creak and groan from the force, but still it held. In those fists, those tiny hands of hers, she had once held true power. Not the power of a Prince, whose power is allowed. No, the power of a force greater than any title could encompass. Those hands, the ones so small.....they had crushed with might and had puppeted with a finesse she so rarely showed. Once, she had made enemies and friends alike come together under her wishes alone and watched the coronation of her chosen piece.
She rose and paced the floor, the words of her clanmate haunting her like some nightmare on repeat. She -did- care what people said, what they thought, and for some reason, she felt they had thought wrong of her for too long. There was no lack of ambition or of ability, no, those were there in abundance. What was so different these nights than when she was on top and the world was at her feet? A picturesque pause in the middle of the window, her back to the room, her palms pressed against the cold frosted glass and she was but a silhouette, small in frame alone.
There were choices this time, both with their merits and flaws, with certain loyalties and alliances. Bonds would be broken this time, if she decided to make the choice and throw herself into the political flames, flames from which she would rise victorious. How could she be so sure? Because once power was had, once it had been tasted, nothing else would quench that thirst- not water from a thousand rives or all the oceans. Nothing but the taste of power again, feeling it as something tangible in her hands, a world she would mold. Everything she had ever wanted was hers, except for the power, and she would have that too.
And who, but her, would know?
If they only knew. Fingers curled tight into tiny fists, lifted just inches and slammed onto the arms of the chair, making it creak and groan from the force, but still it held. In those fists, those tiny hands of hers, she had once held true power. Not the power of a Prince, whose power is allowed. No, the power of a force greater than any title could encompass. Those hands, the ones so small.....they had crushed with might and had puppeted with a finesse she so rarely showed. Once, she had made enemies and friends alike come together under her wishes alone and watched the coronation of her chosen piece.
She rose and paced the floor, the words of her clanmate haunting her like some nightmare on repeat. She -did- care what people said, what they thought, and for some reason, she felt they had thought wrong of her for too long. There was no lack of ambition or of ability, no, those were there in abundance. What was so different these nights than when she was on top and the world was at her feet? A picturesque pause in the middle of the window, her back to the room, her palms pressed against the cold frosted glass and she was but a silhouette, small in frame alone.
There were choices this time, both with their merits and flaws, with certain loyalties and alliances. Bonds would be broken this time, if she decided to make the choice and throw herself into the political flames, flames from which she would rise victorious. How could she be so sure? Because once power was had, once it had been tasted, nothing else would quench that thirst- not water from a thousand rives or all the oceans. Nothing but the taste of power again, feeling it as something tangible in her hands, a world she would mold. Everything she had ever wanted was hers, except for the power, and she would have that too.
And who, but her, would know?