("I need to see them both again at least once more before the war ends. It's their deaths... or mine." ~ Maven 

This one was hard

Imma sleep on it and tell you what I come up with in the morning - May 4th 10:08 pm

Okay I got it, since War Storm hasn't come out yet, the only war I can think of is silver vs. silver so whoopsy -May 5th 8:56 am

I got goosebumps writing this istg I'm not physically ready for War Storm.)

When you were young you stand by Evangeline's side as she stands by Ptolemus'. You three, the trio, lived to rule. You love your siblings, and you are sure they love you back. But as you got older you grew your own opinions, and eventually, were completely different from your siblings. 

The Rift was like your own little kingdom that you could have. As you siblings and family left, you didn't. You decided to stay. You couldn't leave Maven behind, and even as probably wouldn't care, the betrayal would rock you off the boat. You have always dreamed of getting married to Maven. And your wedding is so close to its due date. You can't leave Maven, so you didn't. You betrayed your family for him.

You have always adored King Maven. You found him strong and intelligent. You saw things about him that your sister failed to. He was way better than Cal, he was way better than everybody. You loved standing strong next to him and being just his right-hand person. That's how you are sure you belong.

In Maven's room, which is now both of yours, you hold a picture of your siblings. You keep it framed by your bed. They look so peaceful together, away from you at the time. 

"Are you fine?" Maven asks as he sits next to you. You rest your head on his shoulder. You are quiet, and so is he.

"They are siding with Mare and Cal." You admit, putting the picture back on its dresser. You stand up quickly and take a deep breath. 

"They betray our nation." He lets out, standing tall next to you. You look at your reflection in the mirror. This is who you are. You fight for Norta, you fight for Maven. Your silverblood shows your royal status and who you'll stand for. 

You pick up the picture once more, examining the two of your older siblings. They are smiling, happy together. Without you. Always without you.

"I need to see them both again at least once more before the war ends. It's their deaths... or mine."

You drop the picture into the trash, loving the sound of the glass breaking. You'll fight until every person against Maven gets demolished. You'll fight whoever it comes to, even if it's your own siblings.