Contains descriptions of child abuse, violence, and medical torture
January 26th, Year 109
@Dimitri Blaiddyd @Claude von Riegan
The nightmares that followed her since the age of 13 never really stopped, though she was growing numb to them. They intensified and faded as the years went on, fluctuating with her general mood. The months leading up to becoming Emperor and the five years waiting for Byleth to return had been particularly rough patches. They followed her to Pandora as well, which made for a few awkward nights in a shared home.
Tonight's nightmare was... different. Edelgard was used to being a child again, restrained on a cold table as Thales and his plague masked mages cut her open, listening to the rats chattering in the shadows while she bit back screams. Screaming just made them stop to mock her, though they were very careful not to let her pass out from blood-loss until the day's procedure was done.
Sometimes she was back in the cell, chained to a wall and huddled next to whatever assortment of siblings she had left. They were usually asleep or crying or trying to cover up the incisions with their worn down clothes. Sometimes she got to watch one be dragged out into the torchlight, kicking and yelling against the guards all the way to the next round of tests.
This nightmare was silent. The dungeon hallway didn't echo with a patrolling soldier, and there was no clinking of shackles on hard stone or the muffled groans of someone half delirious from their "treatment". She was...herself. Sitting on the ground in a locked cell, but with her red dress and armor on. Even her crown and horns were back, secured in place by her hair. Her scars ached, but not as if they were fresh. This was off, and yet...she didn't have the mental energy to investigate further. Instead, she curled up on the ground and hugged her knees, focusing on her breathing. This would be over eventually. Thales would show up and they'd get back to their crest inplantment. This was just to lower her guard.
Dimitri and Claude would appear farther down the hall. The Enbarr dungeons were made of dark stone and old wood, the walls marked with torches and faded Adrestia tapestries that displayed the two headed eagle. Rats skittered across the floor, their eyes glowing an unnatural red. Water dripped slowly from somewhere on the ceiling, making a few shallow, dirty puddles. The cell doors stretched on until the hall made a sharp turn, and then possibly continued from there.