Who was I? I was Delinne, born from Greyskie the Starsky and Treand the Blackheart. First princess of Exteria in the land of Dixtrod. Nine years old. Mother of two, soon to be three. I had gone through emotional, verbal and physical abuse, coming out strong and harsh on the other side. But I was also a soldier, and soldiers did not become as easily distracted as I was to become.
I was Delinne the Pathetic.

Tears had started to run down my cheeks as my horn was still pointed towards the frosty heart of my Fallen King. My King. My fucking King. Did I love him? No. Did I miss his leadership? Yes, yes, yes. "Delinne." His soft voice made something inside of me break and I cringed. Why. Why me? Why anything? Why not just run right now and just let everything bleed? Why not run and attack and bleed? WHY? I wanted to chew his cold bones, feel his beating heart slide down my throat and lick his blood off my lips. Bathe in his blood and then take a long bath in the river we stood in. "Did I ever tell you, I killed you once?" And right there, right at that moment, I bursted into laughter. "I'm right here, so you can't have killed me before. Are you sure that you haven't lost your sanity as well?"

I let a frown take over my lips again and snorted. "I just want an end to this pathetic thing I call 'my life'." I looked up at Mauja, a smirk spreading across my maw, before I spoke again. "If you had the chance, would you pierce my neck and kill me? If you have killed me before - however the fuck you did that - would you do it again?" I rose my head and carefully bent my neck so that I wouldn't scrape his white, pristine coat. "Would you dare to kill me right here and now?" Only a second later, I sighed. "Who the fuck am I trying to fool? I cannot let my children lose their only parent." I closed my eyes and let a single tear run along the white marking on my cheek. Life was so frustrating. You could never have what you wanted, because someone would always be affected by your choices. I took a step back from the stallion and sighed again. "Come on now. Taunt me. I'm pathetic, too caring for my family so I can't even take my own life. I bet that's what you really want to do."

"Talking"
Delinne's thoughts
Dezba's thoughts

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