REXANNA
they said you were the crooked kind
There is far too much on her mind, and her steps are quick and to the point as she approaches the prison. After a few quick words with the guards, they lead her inside back toward Bastien’s cell. It’s been a couple of days since she’d seen him last, and as she enters the room with the cell and the guards, she offers Bastien a brilliant smile (even if her eyes don’t quite match the vibrancy) and watches quietly as the guards move to unlock the cell. Once it is open, she dips her head to them in thanks before stepping toward Bastien. “Ready to go? ” She says, softly, but there’s the hint of accomplishment in her voice.First thing was first, they needed to head toward the notice board and actually put his information in – but after, after, they could go home finally. It had been a long few days, longer still that she had been a part of anything like this. It drained her emotionally, and before she had a chance to let it all out, she needed to be in a place without public eyes. Especially now, now that she was under the watchful eye of Zariah. A nobody, turned into a somebody, playing for the wrong team.
Such is love, right?
She waits patiently, her posture a bit different than before. It’s almost as though if Bastien looked hard enough he could see the royal training imbued into her – breaking out and spilling over with her new position. Now she had to keep up appearances, to remain good and kind and unaware of the terrible things that could happen from this. Her only solace is that Bastien has been freed. It’s the only thing she looks forward to now.
but you were always gold to me
