This Dream Will Not Remember Me

[archiveofarethusa]

Capricia rested in her cell. This was home. If she looked hard enough, she could find proof. The epitaphs for her dead siblings were still etched in her wall. Under her mattress remained bits of an old, secret doll. This was her home, happy or not. She belonged. 

Which wasn't quite right. She was kept. The princes were home. Where would that leave her in the morning, with their father spat on her blade?

Seven was cold, but there was more comfort in the shiver of her presence than any sunbeam. She wasn't alone. For the first time, that was comforting.