REXANNA
in the haze of hell i have dreamt
that you'd lift this wing and see,
that you are my first wound —
She rises when Zariah tells her to – like the ever obedient servant for the Queen, and listens to the suggestion Zariah places. “As you wish, your Grace.” She replies, listening to the command from Zariah before the woman tells her to go and get Bastien and begin to spread the news of Zariah’s reign to everyone. She nods to the Queen, dips into yet another curtsy, and grabs her bag of things before turning on her heal to leave. First things first, she has to get Bastien. She makes it her first priority.At least she doesn’t have to live at the Manor – under lock and key, a memory from Asciend that she chooses to refrain from. And she feels lucky, in part, that Zariah hadn’t asked about her history with crowns and monarchies. She doesn’t want to have to explain everything that had happened, everything she didn’t have and suddenly did, everything she’d lost in the end. She sucks in a breath, sighing quietly to herself and shoulders her pack as she leaves and heads toward the Prison.
and that long ago,
in some distant past, with open eyes
i kissed you till it bled.
