Hiding Something

This is the first time I’ve drawn Segun and Assorra in the same space, and even then her back’s turned to him 😂😂 it’s bad ain’t it?

Well yeah, it IS pretty bad. In the previous post, I outlined how... basically kinda bad their relationship started. While it never reached that same level (bc they were kids back then. Things HAVE to change) it never got better. Assorra learned how to filter her words. Learned that you can’t talk like that to the prince or important people. Learned that she was supposed to tolerate people, and the inadequacies she observed in them. And upon learning this, she became.... resentful.

And Segun was one of the first to feel the resentment she held. Ever since they were kids, his parents had worked hard to keep him and Assorra meeting (they obv had plans for him and her to be married from a young age but at the time, they also had to consider the fact that she would be the heir to the KwaNishine Duchy, so it was a “let them get to know each other so that they can possibly get married, and if that isn’t the case, at least let them get to know each other so that she supports him in the future when Segun takes the throne”)

But in these meetings, Segun just FELT it. That to a degree, he was under even heavier scrutiny than he ever was in the palace. Worse yet, that scrutiny was from a peer. He felt like every step he took was picked apart and dissected when he was with Assorra. And in a way, it created a part of him that he himself would NEVER admit existed. An insecurity. He is an overachieving, handsome, dutiful, skilled prince that everyone loved and praised. But ever since was a kid, ever since he had experienced not being “enough” for someone, it had become something that he subconsciously worked to prove wrong.

So while he did dislike Assorra from the first time he met her, in a way, he was still trying to meet an expectation he thought she had of him. Again, it’s something he would sooner rather die than admit obviously but like,,, it’s STILL there. So when one day, all of a sudden, the overly-scrutinizing Assorra he had known since was like 7 or something had virtually disappeared, replaced by an Assorra that was far more interested in drinking copious amounts of wine, making bets with older nobles and most important of all, AVOIDING HIM SO ADAMANTLY, it threw him for a loop.

I cannot tell you his thought process through this time, but it was slowly becoming less and less rational. Because the one “standard” he felt like he needed to reach wasn’t there anymore, so all that was left was an indescribable insecurity.