That answer comes quick as a blade strike. No hesitation. She is what she is and she has never pretended otherwise. Not looking at him, he is just a question, and it takes nothing to be there again. Gwalior, Kelpi, Kunch, Jhansi. One long string of battles. Of screaming herself until her throat cracked, of feeling her teeth ache from holding reigns between them, the horse rearing under her and the filigreed handle of the shamsher digging into the palm of her hand as she gripped it. Alive, and dying at the same time.
The way her stories said, and one day, one day she will do that. She will be worthy of them, and their love for her. They will have their freedom, free from the fear of the creatures that feed in the night. She will give them all of it.
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That answer comes quick as a blade strike. No hesitation. She is what she is and she has never pretended otherwise. Not looking at him, he is just a question, and it takes nothing to be there again. Gwalior, Kelpi, Kunch, Jhansi. One long string of battles. Of screaming herself until her throat cracked, of feeling her teeth ache from holding reigns between them, the horse rearing under her and the filigreed handle of the shamsher digging into the palm of her hand as she gripped it. Alive, and dying at the same time.
The way her stories said, and one day, one day she will do that. She will be worthy of them, and their love for her. They will have their freedom, free from the fear of the creatures that feed in the night. She will give them all of it.