Regan: Father, I’m no different from my sister, we’re canonically
made from the same blood, So whatever praise she gets, I deserve too.
And, honestly if I’m saying what’s truly in my heart, she didn’t even go far enough.
She talked about love, sure, but she still only gave a drabble.
Because me? I’m basically saying I don’t care about any other happiness this world has to offer.
Nothing else matters to me more than this.
The only thing that really makes me happy is having your love.
Cordelia (aside): Oh poor Cordelia!
Just kidding, because I know my love is deeper than anything I could say out loud, because words would be OOC for my deep love.
King Lear: Cordelia, I’m ready to give you and your future family a whole third of the kingdom, and it’ll be every bit as rich and powerful as the share I already gave Goneril.
You may be the youngest, but you are definitely not loved the least.
So now it’s your turn, what are you going to say to win an even better share than your sisters?
Because right now I’m basically waiting for your big angst-filled speech, not total silence.
Cordelia: Nothing, Father.
King Lear: Nothing?
Cordelia: Yeah, nothing.
King Lear: If you give me nothing, then nothing is exactly what you’re getting back, so give a better answer.
Cordelia: I hate that this is how my words are coming out, but I can’t just turn my actual feelings into some fake fluff speech on command.
I just can’t force my heart out into words like you want.
King Lear: No, go on.
Fix that answer before you ruin everything for yourself.
Cordelia: Father, you gave me life, raised me, and loved me, and I return that the way I should.
But if my sisters really mean what they’re saying, and they love only you and nothing else, then why are they even getting married?
When I get married, the person who takes my hand is going to get half my love, half my care, and half my responsibilities too.
I’m not going to stand here and give some id-fic version of love that sounds dramatic but isn’t real.
This isn’t a oneshot where one person is supposed to be everything.
Lear: But do you really mean that?
Cordelia: Yes, father.
Lear: Fine. Let your truth stand as your dowry.
no soft AU, only that truth.