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Title: Everything falls apart
Author: Ree
Theme: Family -illusion
Genre: General
Version: Silver Millennium - Fates/Sihde storyline
Rating: G
Most of these characters belong to Takeuchi Naoko. The ones that don't are my creations.
Everything falls apart
Part V: I will protect you
Selenity pulled her cloak tighter around her. It wasn't the chill outside she was trying to ward off, it was the stares. After Bren was assassinated and her pregnancy announced, she was never left alone for a moment. Her guards feared for her, and rightly so. Two had already been seriously injured, and another one was very lucky not to be. Eight attempts on her life have been made since Brendan's death four days ago.
Shivering slightly, she watched as they lowered her late husband into the mound. 'Captain Malcolm was even against me coming here today.' Her eyes skittered across the ten guards that surrounded her. 'The only thing that convinced him otherwise was that it would look bad for me not to attend Bren's funeral.'
Looking at the mourners there, she noticed that they were already divided again, the Sihde on one side and the Milesians on the other. 'All the trust we built, all the bonds we had forged, they were all illusions. They dissolved in bright light of hatred.' Spotting Brogan, her brother-in-law, Selenity tried not to cringe from the hate and disgust radiating from him. She almost believed that he was responsible for the attempts on her life. If the baby died, then he would be king. 'As it is, I am to be the baby's regent until it will be able to rule on its own.'
As soon as the mound was sealed over, her guards ushered her back to the palace.
For the next month, accusations flew about. Brogan suggested that the baby wasn't even Brendan's, and that it was the Sihde that had assassinated his brother. He even went as far as to suggest it was on her orders. The Sihde ambassador suggested that it was the Milesians that were behind it all, and implied that Brogan was the mastermind.
Selenity tried to hide from the accusations and recriminations that were flying about. She focused on running the kingdom the way Brendan would have wanted it. 'These are my people. All of them are.'
She was startled when Malcolm woke her in the middle of the night. "What..."
Malcolm laid a hand gently over her lips, hushing her. Using hand signals, he told her that they had to leave.
Selenity spotted her maid waiting to dress her as Malcolm slid out the door. Once dressed, she slipped out the door with her maid right behind her. Malcolm led the way to the servant's stair. Moving as stealthily as possible, they left the palace behind them. In a deserted stable, she meet up with the rest of her guard, and much of her old household staff.
Searching their faces, Selenity knew that the worse had come. Facing Malcolm, she asked her question again. "What has happened?"
Malcolm looked into the face of the woman his king had loved and trusted. "War is coming. Prince Brogan is going to declare himself king, and his first act as king is going to be to imprison you. Then he is going to attack the Sihde."
Selenity paled. "Why am I just now hearing of this? How do you know?"
Malcolm turned back to saddling Selenity's horse. "I have trusted sources who leaked me the information. We are taking you back to your mother's palace." Tightening the last strap he looked back at her. "We ask for protection. The prince has a vindictive nature, and ..." He let his statement trail off.
Studying the group of people waiting to hear her decision, Selenity felt a pang of misgiving. 'I promised... I promised I would take care of our people.' Her eyes lingered on the children in the group. 'They brought their families... These are our people. They are the ones who have chosen our way.' Nodding slightly, she smiled at her people. "And protection shall be granted to each of you." The palpable relief let her know she made the right choice. "Let's head out." Mounting up, the group struck out into the moonlit night.
Looking up at the full moon, Selenity wished it was a new moon. 'We could hide better.' Worrying about the safety of the people who trusted her, she realized that the final illusion, peace, was about to broken.
Part VII: A wish granted
Author: Ree
Theme: Family -illusion
Genre: General
Version: Silver Millennium - Fates/Sihde storyline
Rating: G
Most of these characters belong to Takeuchi Naoko. The ones that don't are my creations.
Everything falls apart
Part V: I will protect you
Selenity pulled her cloak tighter around her. It wasn't the chill outside she was trying to ward off, it was the stares. After Bren was assassinated and her pregnancy announced, she was never left alone for a moment. Her guards feared for her, and rightly so. Two had already been seriously injured, and another one was very lucky not to be. Eight attempts on her life have been made since Brendan's death four days ago.
Shivering slightly, she watched as they lowered her late husband into the mound. 'Captain Malcolm was even against me coming here today.' Her eyes skittered across the ten guards that surrounded her. 'The only thing that convinced him otherwise was that it would look bad for me not to attend Bren's funeral.'
Looking at the mourners there, she noticed that they were already divided again, the Sihde on one side and the Milesians on the other. 'All the trust we built, all the bonds we had forged, they were all illusions. They dissolved in bright light of hatred.' Spotting Brogan, her brother-in-law, Selenity tried not to cringe from the hate and disgust radiating from him. She almost believed that he was responsible for the attempts on her life. If the baby died, then he would be king. 'As it is, I am to be the baby's regent until it will be able to rule on its own.'
As soon as the mound was sealed over, her guards ushered her back to the palace.
For the next month, accusations flew about. Brogan suggested that the baby wasn't even Brendan's, and that it was the Sihde that had assassinated his brother. He even went as far as to suggest it was on her orders. The Sihde ambassador suggested that it was the Milesians that were behind it all, and implied that Brogan was the mastermind.
Selenity tried to hide from the accusations and recriminations that were flying about. She focused on running the kingdom the way Brendan would have wanted it. 'These are my people. All of them are.'
She was startled when Malcolm woke her in the middle of the night. "What..."
Malcolm laid a hand gently over her lips, hushing her. Using hand signals, he told her that they had to leave.
Selenity spotted her maid waiting to dress her as Malcolm slid out the door. Once dressed, she slipped out the door with her maid right behind her. Malcolm led the way to the servant's stair. Moving as stealthily as possible, they left the palace behind them. In a deserted stable, she meet up with the rest of her guard, and much of her old household staff.
Searching their faces, Selenity knew that the worse had come. Facing Malcolm, she asked her question again. "What has happened?"
Malcolm looked into the face of the woman his king had loved and trusted. "War is coming. Prince Brogan is going to declare himself king, and his first act as king is going to be to imprison you. Then he is going to attack the Sihde."
Selenity paled. "Why am I just now hearing of this? How do you know?"
Malcolm turned back to saddling Selenity's horse. "I have trusted sources who leaked me the information. We are taking you back to your mother's palace." Tightening the last strap he looked back at her. "We ask for protection. The prince has a vindictive nature, and ..." He let his statement trail off.
Studying the group of people waiting to hear her decision, Selenity felt a pang of misgiving. 'I promised... I promised I would take care of our people.' Her eyes lingered on the children in the group. 'They brought their families... These are our people. They are the ones who have chosen our way.' Nodding slightly, she smiled at her people. "And protection shall be granted to each of you." The palpable relief let her know she made the right choice. "Let's head out." Mounting up, the group struck out into the moonlit night.
Looking up at the full moon, Selenity wished it was a new moon. 'We could hide better.' Worrying about the safety of the people who trusted her, she realized that the final illusion, peace, was about to broken.
Part VII: A wish granted