fic : oh, the weapon you make of my heart (kenna/catherine)
oh, the weapon you make of my heart - Reign ; Kenna/Catherine ; 2,000 words. Kenna cannot shake the feeling that there’s something to be learned from the queen. (Set after 1.10 - “Sacrifice”)
[ LJ] or [AO3]
‘Your heart has practically split in two for everyone to see. Tsk tsk. You cannot show how he wounds you. I promise you, it won’t stir a bit of sympathy in him. He is a curiously cold man, my husband. It only makes you look pathetic, poor dear.’ She brushes her fingers across Kenna’s cheek. Perhaps she means it to be motherly, but Kenna doubts it. ‘Youth and beauty will only get you so far.’
The touch sends a ripple of defiance through her. ‘At least I still have plenty of both.’
Catherine laughs, surprised. Kenna feels a stab of pleasure at the sound. ‘You’re trying. Good for you.’
[ LJ] or [AO3]
‘Your heart has practically split in two for everyone to see. Tsk tsk. You cannot show how he wounds you. I promise you, it won’t stir a bit of sympathy in him. He is a curiously cold man, my husband. It only makes you look pathetic, poor dear.’ She brushes her fingers across Kenna’s cheek. Perhaps she means it to be motherly, but Kenna doubts it. ‘Youth and beauty will only get you so far.’
The touch sends a ripple of defiance through her. ‘At least I still have plenty of both.’
Catherine laughs, surprised. Kenna feels a stab of pleasure at the sound. ‘You’re trying. Good for you.’