[ Dimitri had wanted no more lives lost on his account. Not just lives that served a better purpose, but lives belonging to the enemy, those who would (or could) fight no longer. None of those who fought for the Kingdom truly believed that Hubert, brought back from the precipice of death, would ever be willing to provide counsel, insight, and information in order to make subduing the Adrestian Empire less of an arduous task. Not even Mercedes, who so often chose to believe and appeal in the good she thought existed in a person's heart.
Hubert's heart, she felt, had belonged solely to his Emperor. Just as her brother's heart had belonged to his love of battle, that faint need in the end to see his sister again. The only thing she can do for their irate prisoner is to provide company. Regardless of whether he wants it or not, and it's her who comes down the path, stride sedate and hands clasped calmly in front of her.
She nods politely to the guards stationed at the front entrance, before drawing one hand up to knock. ]
Hubert? Might I have a word?
[ Yes, she knows she can stroll right in. Yes, she knows he will likely deny her entrance-- verbally, at least. But still, he must feel as though he was deprived of any choice at all, and such is not the case. ]
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Hubert's heart, she felt, had belonged solely to his Emperor. Just as her brother's heart had belonged to his love of battle, that faint need in the end to see his sister again. The only thing she can do for their irate prisoner is to provide company. Regardless of whether he wants it or not, and it's her who comes down the path, stride sedate and hands clasped calmly in front of her.
She nods politely to the guards stationed at the front entrance, before drawing one hand up to knock. ]
Hubert? Might I have a word?
[ Yes, she knows she can stroll right in. Yes, she knows he will likely deny her entrance-- verbally, at least. But still, he must feel as though he was deprived of any choice at all, and such is not the case. ]