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flonnebonne’s commission!
Sometimes Rosa wanders the castle like a ghost. She isn’t used to the feeling: a healer is always within their body, aware of every cell, every beat of their heart, every twitch of their nerves. But Baron Castle takes something from her, makes her feel less-than, and she needs to understand it.
It makes her feel like a shadow. But whose? Cecil’s shadow, a damsel in distress? Kain’s, a love never fulfilled? Perhaps the shadow of her own mother, bright Golden Jo, who’d saved so many lives? She is the shadow of all the Queens that have been. She stands in the shadow of Kings.
“I am not a shadow,” Rosa says aloud.
The walls tell her she is. She will not listen.
flonnebonne’s commission!Sometimes Rosa wanders the castle like a ghost. She isn’t used to the feeling: a healer is always within their body, aware of every cell, every beat of their heart, every twitch of their nerves. But Baron Castle takes something from her, makes her feel less-than, and she needs to understand it.
It makes her feel like a shadow. But whose? Cecil’s shadow, a damsel in distress? Kain’s, a love never fulfilled? Perhaps the shadow of her own mother, bright Golden Jo, who’d saved so many lives? She is the shadow of all the Queens that have been. She stands in the shadow of Kings.
“I am not a shadow,” Rosa says aloud.
The walls tell her she is. She will not listen.
