REXANNA
the world gives you so much pain
and here you are making gold out of it —
It felt like it did when she was a damsel trapped in a cage, trying to scout and gather any information that she could about her then-husband. But this time was different, she wasn’t surrounded by enemies, she wasn’t constantly in danger, and this time she genuinely cared about what happened to Bastien rather than attempting to avoid any conflict with Calstron. This time, she had dug and dug, day after day, until finally she had found out where he’s gone. She had slipped away and finally read the notice, of Zariah crowning herself and all the laws and rules, and her lip curled a bit in confusion.and here you are making gold out of it —
Rexanna wasn’t an idiot, but she knew that if someone would protest it would be Bastien. And likely, he had gotten caught. It would also explain why it seemed like he hadn’t planned to leave, not if someone had grabbed him and put him somewhere. But the where was the question, and her stomach sunk when she found out the Hallowed Grounds has a jail now. Swallowing hard, she set to make her way there — to find out if he was within, and perhaps maybe figure out a way to get him out. Yet the closer she got to the prison, the more uncomfortable she got; the deeper her stomach twisted and churned, the more memories that came flooding back. And for a moment, she didn’t know if she could.
But she had to do it for him, so she swallowed her worries and woes, her anxieties and approached the prison to ask if he was there. And when they said yes, and lead her toward the cells and opened the door, her heart was in her throat. What kind of state would he be in? Would Zariah torture him? She didn’t know what to expect, but she expected the worst. If for nothing else but to be pleasantly surprised.
And well, pleasantly surprised was exactly the result as she stepped around the man that had opened the door and laid her eyes on Bastien — relatively unharmed and mostly fine. Immediately her arms slackened and she rushed toward the bars, her pale hands wrapping around them as worry gleamed in her sapphire gaze. “Bastien!” She uttered in almost disbelief. “How long have you been here?”
there is nothing purer than that
