Maeve
Faith was a funny thing. The way it made people wait and wish and hope and pray for things that shouldn't ever be. That couldn't ever be. It might not have done the queen any good to hope and hold out faith. Truly it hurt her to wait so long for something that shouldn't have happened. The Aurelia before her wasn't the same Aurelia that had kissed her forehead before she left, telling her that she'd be back soon, not to worry about her. No, that girl had died out in the Wilds.
It's still a slap in the face and Maeve draws in a breath, dipping her head as she attempts to center herself again, digging for that strength she's been forced to call on the last few seasons. "I will cry for you, Aurelia. I mourn the person that I lost when you left." Maeve murmurs, lifting her head and wiping at the stray tear that threatens to slip down her cheek.
While she might have been gone too long to resume being queen, Maeve hadn't held the intention of shutting her out completely, but it seems that Aurelia wants nothing of it anymore. "So you're done then? With everything?"
It's still a slap in the face and Maeve draws in a breath, dipping her head as she attempts to center herself again, digging for that strength she's been forced to call on the last few seasons. "I will cry for you, Aurelia. I mourn the person that I lost when you left." Maeve murmurs, lifting her head and wiping at the stray tear that threatens to slip down her cheek.
While she might have been gone too long to resume being queen, Maeve hadn't held the intention of shutting her out completely, but it seems that Aurelia wants nothing of it anymore. "So you're done then? With everything?"
There's a room where the light won't find you
Holding hands while the walls come tumbling down
Holding hands while the walls come tumbling down
