happy birthday to you

WESSEX after all is said and done you're just a carnivore let you in and drink my blood you're nothing but a monster “Me too,” Wessex agrees, even if she’s wretched at compiling a decent bouquet and arranging it in an appealing manner. Is that the kind of thing Rex knows how to do? Is that something they taught her in Queen school? Ha, now that is something the Wraith could stand to take a crash course in. Not that she’s failing at being a good Queen, but some of the finesse is lost on her. Maybe in time it will be… endearing? Maybe it’s conversations like these, one at a time, that will change history’s opinion of her. “That sounds… lonely,” she says after a moment, considering what she knows about Rex now. “Did you ever want any?” Some are probably happy to not have to share the attention. Wessex wasn’t one of them. It was nice to have Magrethe to distract her parents from her elder sister’s mishaps. “She was beautiful. Happy. Kind. Very feminine, the opposite of me, I suppose. Boys were always trying to take her for a walk by the Glade.” But those are rather superficial things, Wessex thinks, and the easiest to conjure up when one is looking for catchphrases. “Safrin favored her, for a time. And she had a way with animals. Couldn’t sew or bargain at the market to save her life, but she was always nursing the abandoned babies.”