Call to Action
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feredarStory: Call to Action
Year: 987 FY
Characters: Queen Nida, Lady Rema
Warnings: References to major character death, murder, and enslavement
Notes: This takes place in the Incest AU
Nida stood at the window in the palace library, watching her twin grandsons practice archery in the snow, waiting for Rema's arrival. Her request for a meeting had been worded urgently, and Nida had replied immediately. The library was a good place to meet discreetly, as good as any, and it was no secret that she'd started rebuilding her relationship with her sister over the past few months.
She heard Rema step up behind her, and waited for her to speak.
"He's dead," Rema finally said, flatly.
Nida jerked, her attention riveted on Lemir and Rimell. They were almost the same age as--
"I thought the plan was to extract him alive," she said, not quite accusing. But she couldn't forget how her sister tended to use deaths to her advantage.
"There was an incident with his handler," Rema answered, calmly. "We couldn't intervene."
Nida would have to believe it, if she wanted to retain any semblance of peace of mind. "The plan was nearly in place..."
"We'll use the same one. But it would help if you sent someone, wrote a letter. To his family."
Nida watched as one of the twins--from this distance, in their heavy coats, she couldn't tell them apart--hit another bullseye and the other unmistakably sulked. They must be keeping score.
And the Glass prince was less than a year younger than them.
Nida's hand gripped the side of the window so tight her knuckles turned white. "If you can secure the body, I'll handle the rest."
Rema murmured something and retreated.
For a long time, Nida stood at the window, watching her grandsons and trying not to think of the family of the poor child she was sending home as a shell.
Year: 987 FY
Characters: Queen Nida, Lady Rema
Warnings: References to major character death, murder, and enslavement
Notes: This takes place in the Incest AU
Nida stood at the window in the palace library, watching her twin grandsons practice archery in the snow, waiting for Rema's arrival. Her request for a meeting had been worded urgently, and Nida had replied immediately. The library was a good place to meet discreetly, as good as any, and it was no secret that she'd started rebuilding her relationship with her sister over the past few months.
She heard Rema step up behind her, and waited for her to speak.
"He's dead," Rema finally said, flatly.
Nida jerked, her attention riveted on Lemir and Rimell. They were almost the same age as--
"I thought the plan was to extract him alive," she said, not quite accusing. But she couldn't forget how her sister tended to use deaths to her advantage.
"There was an incident with his handler," Rema answered, calmly. "We couldn't intervene."
Nida would have to believe it, if she wanted to retain any semblance of peace of mind. "The plan was nearly in place..."
"We'll use the same one. But it would help if you sent someone, wrote a letter. To his family."
Nida watched as one of the twins--from this distance, in their heavy coats, she couldn't tell them apart--hit another bullseye and the other unmistakably sulked. They must be keeping score.
And the Glass prince was less than a year younger than them.
Nida's hand gripped the side of the window so tight her knuckles turned white. "If you can secure the body, I'll handle the rest."
Rema murmured something and retreated.
For a long time, Nida stood at the window, watching her grandsons and trying not to think of the family of the poor child she was sending home as a shell.