❛ We’re all a broken, in our own ways - In places no one might see. ❜ ( queensguard/fateswap au ? )
Maybe she was, but would it even be a good idea to show it? Iris was a strong, capable girl. She inherited the strength of her house and made it uniquely her own, but did she really need to see the deep sadnesses in that of the princess? How haunted she still was, remembering how their visit to Insomnia had damned the city to invasion and the king to death. The Fleuret drew in a fortifying breath, know that, no, it wasn’t the time nor place to allow herself weakness. Maybe with Aranea or Crowe, but Iris deserved better. Instead, she mustered up an attempt at a smile to the young Amicitia, dealing that instead of a harsher card.
“Maybe, but do you know what can get through cracks? Light, or water. It can mean freeing something that’s been pent up for too long. What do you think?”