one of the ghosts lingered by the door, watching the mistress of the house more than anything else, before floating away to some dark, distant part of the house. or, more aptly, the tomb it had become. when he spoke, she lifted her chin, but she didn’t look at him, but instead at the portrait of her father that hung above the large, imposing fireplace, where the wood crackled under the flames.

‘ i wish for many things, ky’lar. ‘ her voice is soft, nostalgic. ‘ i have long gotten used to not seeing those wishes fulfilled. it is ritual now, to ask, and not receive. ‘ she had wished her father loved her for her, and not her ability to produce an heir. she had wished that blackheart simply loved her. she had wished for a relationship with her son like that of human parents and children. she had wished for a great many things, and where was she?

a woman living in a mausoleum, comforted only by the revenants of those long, long since dead. 

‘ i don’t think it will happen either. ‘

_{a slight smirk settled on his lips. she knew the truth then; it wouldn’t happen. try as he might, ky didn’t want to truly change his ways. he was more dead set on causing chaos and destruction around him than actually taking a look at who it was affecting. still, he knew everything he did or didn’t do had ramifications of a sort.}

_{even with knowing what he did… there was still a part of him that didn’t care and ultimately did what he wanted – damned the consequences of it all. ‘and you still keep trying.’ not that he could blame her, but ky distanced himself just enough away from everyone so that he wouldn’t have to explain his actions. not that he could truly give a real explanation – he never could.} 

_{‘i wonder why is that.’}