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Challenge 019
Story title: Carved in Stone
Author: Ingvild
Word count: 501
Rating and warnings: Safe for everyone
Characters and/or pairing: Relena
Summary: Relena looks at her ancestors
There is a public park in the capital of what used to be the Sank Kingdom. It is not a park consisting of plants, but a garden of statue upon marble statue. It shows all the great rulers of this once small yet proud nation.
Relena walks among the statues, looking at faces she recognises from the history books in the library. Some, she recognises from what remains of the large portraits that once decorated the hallways. One, she recognises from the only photograph she owns that portrays her family.
One would think, she muses, that a royal family would have many more photos of it, but her parents were very set on keeping her and Milliardo out of the media while they were still very young. The only ones that exist are not the sort of pictures she wants to keep – they are images taken by paparazzi or at very, very official functions, and no-one really looks happy in them.
She gazes up at the face of her biological father, and tries to see herself in the marble features. There is not much there she recognises from the many hours she’s spent looking for something in her own reflection, not when it comes to pure facial features, but she thinks maybe there is something in the gaze. She wonders how much the sculptor put in of his or her own, and how much was originally there with her father.
His gaze has a commanding presence that Relena has seen in her own eyes at times, before she goes to give a formal speech. The set of his mouth reflects her own when she is feeling particularly determined. Apart from that, there is little to indicate that this man contributed half of her genes. There is something of a resemblance to her brother, though.
A cynical part of her mind comments that her brother and this marble statue are about equally approachable. She scolds herself for being unfair. It really is not Milliardo’s fault that he spent most of the war skipping between factions, then pretended to be dead and is now living on another planet.
The cynical part of her mind asks whose fault it is, then. She shushes it.
She knows that some people have been talking about putting up a statue of her here in the park, as the last ruler of Sank. She has objected as politely as she could, demurring that as the sovereign who dissolved the country, and who was briefly counted as the queen of a different place – even though that place was the whole world - for it to be proper.
The truth is that she does not like this park. It seems cold and distant, and she cannot bring herself to admire the statues without feeling like they are looking down on her. Relena has spent too much time trying to be a monarch, and later a politician, of the people, to want to have her image put here on cold, impersonal stone.
Author: Ingvild
Word count: 501
Rating and warnings: Safe for everyone
Characters and/or pairing: Relena
Summary: Relena looks at her ancestors
There is a public park in the capital of what used to be the Sank Kingdom. It is not a park consisting of plants, but a garden of statue upon marble statue. It shows all the great rulers of this once small yet proud nation.
Relena walks among the statues, looking at faces she recognises from the history books in the library. Some, she recognises from what remains of the large portraits that once decorated the hallways. One, she recognises from the only photograph she owns that portrays her family.
One would think, she muses, that a royal family would have many more photos of it, but her parents were very set on keeping her and Milliardo out of the media while they were still very young. The only ones that exist are not the sort of pictures she wants to keep – they are images taken by paparazzi or at very, very official functions, and no-one really looks happy in them.
She gazes up at the face of her biological father, and tries to see herself in the marble features. There is not much there she recognises from the many hours she’s spent looking for something in her own reflection, not when it comes to pure facial features, but she thinks maybe there is something in the gaze. She wonders how much the sculptor put in of his or her own, and how much was originally there with her father.
His gaze has a commanding presence that Relena has seen in her own eyes at times, before she goes to give a formal speech. The set of his mouth reflects her own when she is feeling particularly determined. Apart from that, there is little to indicate that this man contributed half of her genes. There is something of a resemblance to her brother, though.
A cynical part of her mind comments that her brother and this marble statue are about equally approachable. She scolds herself for being unfair. It really is not Milliardo’s fault that he spent most of the war skipping between factions, then pretended to be dead and is now living on another planet.
The cynical part of her mind asks whose fault it is, then. She shushes it.
She knows that some people have been talking about putting up a statue of her here in the park, as the last ruler of Sank. She has objected as politely as she could, demurring that as the sovereign who dissolved the country, and who was briefly counted as the queen of a different place – even though that place was the whole world - for it to be proper.
The truth is that she does not like this park. It seems cold and distant, and she cannot bring herself to admire the statues without feeling like they are looking down on her. Relena has spent too much time trying to be a monarch, and later a politician, of the people, to want to have her image put here on cold, impersonal stone.
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