REXANNA
they said you were the crooked kind
She had been locked into a cage, told to marry off and bear children and keep Bastien on the side, been told to play the happy little wife again and untrusted to the point she felt like she was guarded in a tower of the manor like a helpless defenseless princess. Ah, but Rexanna wasn’t one of those anymore, no. She wasn’t defenseless, and she had asked those guarding her room to use the bathroom — a plan in motion. That was the time to strike under the cover of the night, using her fireworks to break through the window and escape, darting off into the night.There were many revelations that Rexanna had to come to terms with. And now that she has, she’s rushed home – grabbed Bastien, and immediately made him take her to the Voice. She isn’t sure how much time she has, though really timing can be irrelevant. She wants to speak to the Voice, to do whatever it would take to change her. She finds deep down she wishes to be a weapon and no longer a pawn. She doesn’t want to be threatened and helpless in the face of the monarchy’s demands any longer. This is the only way she knows how, the only way she can embrace it with the information from Bastien, Lucas, and Wessex.
She thinks she’s ready.
She keeps her hand in Bastien’s as she reaches the Shrine first – her eyes flitting over it with interest and intrigue. “We ask to speak to the Voice, if she is there… ” She says, her voice shaking ever so slightly. She hasn’t told Bastien the change in her decision, she doesn’t know how to yet. She squeezes his hand lightly, using him to steady her as her sapphire gaze lingers on the stone – hoping someone might appear, something, anything. She can’t even look at Bastien, but she hopes his presence will help the deity appear – knowing that her status as a magic user has constantly left her ignored by the gods.
but you were always gold to me
