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★. ─── LORENA CATALINA ORTIZ : TAG DUMP
★. ─── LORENA CATALINA ORTIZ : THREAD
★. ─── LORENA CATALINA ORTIZ : MIRROR
★. ─── LORENA CATALINA ORTIZ : MUSINGS
★. ─── LORENA CATALINA ORTIZ : CHARACTER STUDY
★. ─── LORENA CATALINA ORTIZ : ANSWERED
★. ─── LORENA CATALINA FT.
Lorena was slightly startled, looked up as King Alexander of Scotland addressed her. The early morning light streaming through the library’s paned windows illuminated the area. She had been lost in her own thoughts, reflecting on the weight of her recent experiences...
"Your Majesty," Lorena began, her voice carrying a melodic Spanish lilt. She offered a graceful curtsy, her composed demeanor returning swiftly. "I was hoping to find a copy of Cervantes' Don Quixote. Its tales of chivalry and adventure have always provided me a certain escape and inspiration. And you, Your Majesty?
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Alexander had just returned from a ride, it was early in the morning and the only light from the library came from the flooding morning rays through the paned window sill. He couldn't stop thinking about her, but he had important letters to return and he'd been wondering where his siblings had run off to or where they were spending their time. Interrupted from his thoughts briefly, he noticed someone walking into what he thought would be his place of solace for at least a few more hours. "It would seem we had the same idea for a morning hide out. Or have you come in actual search of a book?"
"Mariam," she spoke softly, her voice filled with emotion, placing the harp down on her lap. Music provided a fleeting solace, but the memories of her captivity lingered just beneath the surface. She had spent countless nights in a dim, cold cell, her heart heavy with the fear that she might never see her siblings again. Now, standing in the warm, sunlit room with her older sister before her, the reality of her return felt almost surreal. When the Spanish Queen asked about the unfamiliar piece, Lorena hesitated, considering whether to reveal its origins.The piece she was playing, she had learned during my captivity. One of the guards, a kind soul amidst the harshness, taught it to her. Instead, she smiled gently and said, "It's a piece that has been with me for some time, one that brings me a sense of peace. I thought it was time to share it with the world."
"i would never interrupt your playing." a voice had instead carried from the hall, interrupting the moment. mariam, having quietly sat, curled over her abdomen, silent and propping her chin up with one hand, to enjoy the music. it had been far too long since she had heard it. this was another matter upon which mariam had far too much guilt herself. the halls had been empty without lorena's playing. she, pacing day and night in the tactical room, attempting to find where she had been taken. how they could get her back. and it was not embarrassment that caused the cover-up. but shame that it had happened at all. "you were in a different world and i was honoured to even witness it." uncharacteristic gentleness for the spanish queen, but she was more apt to show it for her siblings, for whom she would do anything. "where did you learn that one? i don't think i've ever heard you play it."