WESSEX
Well. Alright then. He seems quite indignant at the implication that his loyalties might be swayed, and Wessex snorted, then put both her hands up as if to say, fine by me. “Do or don’t, no one really cares.”But then - oh, but then he turns almost critical, or shocked, perhaps. She raises an eyebrow to his questions, which aren’t quite rude, but borderline disrespectful. His world must be very different. And well, Wessex is different, too. She often wears the clothes of barbarians instead of royalty, doesn’t hinge on pomp and circumstance as much as others might. “I’m a walking weapon and an independent woman, I don’t need a guard. What, you think Queens don’t need some alone time every now and then?” She retorts with a shake of her head and almost bares her fangs at the stranger.
“And who the fuck are you?”
No, I’ll be the stone
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
