Desreal: Why so alone?

“You would give up your sacred rights for a brat you barely know?"

"Yes, I would."

"You would give up your throne for him? He who has caused you such misery, such humiliation?"

"Yes, I would."

Skylar was purely ignorant.

She didn’t understand all the things that someday she knew she would. Yes, she had grown, but it was nothing compared to the grand scheme of things. It was nothing when it came to the idea of a family of her own, the complexities of love. She had loved before….but it was nothing because it had never come to anything. It had been an infatuation that was not returned or cared for. It was nothing more than a hit on her own low self esteem. She didn’t understand how….hard it could be. She just understood what she felt and what to call it. In all honesty, she might not have even been in love. It might have all been some childish game. But now it didn’t matter.

Skylar, sweet Skylar, was so much younger.

And it was her youth that would cause her to hide everything from him as best she could. Hide the fact that she was falling hard for him, that she didn’t know how to act. But that was something she had gained from her father; being a terrible liar. She was as see through as her own air. And around him, she was a self-conscious twit. It showed in the silly girlish way that she smiled at him, the way that she played with her mane, wondering if it looked ok.

There was no hint that she knew of him and Wicked. There was nothing save for that gaze in which she placed upon him. A look of total trust and admiration. It would break her, once she found out. She was bound to someday, and yet today….it was not that day.

Her neck extends, swan-like in all of it’s awkward length, and with no hesitation she places her muzzle upon his crest. She whispers something, and when she steps back, there were vines entwined in his mane. The pale girl listens, a rather peaceful look upon her, though her cheeks seem flushed. When he embraces her, she gasps, body tensing. It’s not that she didn’t like it, it’s simply that she didn’t know how to respond. He speaks and she exhales, not realizing that she’d been holding her breath the whole time.

“Don’t say that!” She jerks back, only for a moment to catch his eyes, scolding him there. “I’m here.” She returns to his warm embrace. “I’ll always be here.” the last is a whisper.

She watches, and her mouth opens slightly as she gazes in awe at the tree. She smiles, touching her nose tenderly to his cheek. “Formaldehyde?” Her singsong voice comes, a melody in the trees and wind. “I….I..” She is trembling now. What if he didn’t accept her? What if? “Do you….think I’m pretty?”

She hides her face then, embarrassed that she even tried to say it.

APPRENTICE

**SKYLAR**

"You have spilled your own blood rather than the blood of an innocent. That was the final task and the most important."

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