[poor aemond it’s too late for u, now she knows you have emotions. Rip.]
I’d like that!
[She hesitates, but only for a moment. It’s gotten easier to talk about such things and much, MUCH easier to do so through text]
In my world, I was one of the wives of a warlord. He kept us in a gilded cage, away from the horrors of the wasteland, the desert that stretches the world, but the cage had its own horrors.
He would brutalize us often. We had 3 chances to birth him a healthy son, a nearly impossible task given how my world was. Most children are born deformed or stillborn.
If we failed 3 times, we were thrown from the citadel into the Wasteland, or we became one of the milk mothers. I can’t tell you which fate was worse.
But me and the remaining wives escaped into the Wasteland. It’s been rough, but freeing. The conditions are harsh. The bruises and cuts are different, but at least they are there because of me, because of actions I’ve taken myself.
no subject
I’d like that!
[She hesitates, but only for a moment. It’s gotten easier to talk about such things and much, MUCH easier to do so through text]
In my world, I was one of the wives of a warlord. He kept us in a gilded cage, away from the horrors of the wasteland, the desert that stretches the world, but the cage had its own horrors.
He would brutalize us often. We had 3 chances to birth him a healthy son, a nearly impossible task given how my world was. Most children are born deformed or stillborn.
If we failed 3 times, we were thrown from the citadel into the Wasteland, or we became one of the milk mothers. I can’t tell you which fate was worse.
But me and the remaining wives escaped into the Wasteland. It’s been rough, but freeing. The conditions are harsh. The bruises and cuts are different, but at least they are there because of me, because of actions I’ve taken myself.