#rohesia citenrine

[ash-isnt-writing]

whump ahead or whatever. idk i’m tired and bored.

“Wakey wakey, princess.”

Prince Sorrel Cedar hissed as bright, white light flooded his tired eyes as bindings secured around his laid out form. He’d been woken the same nearly every morning for the past two weeks, and it was just as startling each time.

He dreaded this part of every singly day. The rest wasn’t great either, but this particular part hurt the most. When Rohesia was the cruelest to him, peeling away his flesh and leaving him to regenerate.

“Surely there’s anything else you can have as of breakfast time?” Sorrel sighed, glaring at her. His vision lagged behind, dragging across his field of view until it focused.

“Yes, but, routine is important” Rohesia replied. “Flesh is incredibly good for your skin, you know.”

“Ironic much?”

“Ironic is certainly a word for it.”

“Can you just get it over with already?” Sorrel grumbled, earning a small laugh from his tormentor’s tinted red lips.

“You’re very sour this morning, Sorrel” Rohesia replied, striding across the room toward him. “I hope I won’t have to say the same about your blood.”

Sorrel tensed, shifting in place. He knew, by now, there was no struggling, but how he wished that he could. “I think I have every right to be.”

“I don’t think you do” Rohesia replied. “Besides, if you’re anything like your father-“

“I’m nothing like my father!” Sorrel spat. It was the part that hurt him the most. Being compared to him. The only person probably any worse than Rohesia. “…Just fucking get it over with already.”

“Alright, alright” She chuckled, pulling a sharpened chunk of intentionally dirtied obsidian from her pocket. “You asked for it.”

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