WESSEX
the wraith
Oh, yes, she’s well aware of Roana’s children. And lucky for the Outlander woman (and herself, and everyone involved), they fall under the umbrella of her promise to Loren. She doesn’t hurt children. She won’t threaten, won’t use them to get to Roana, won’t do whatever it is that Amalia seems to be scared she’ll do, and the way it comes out, the way it is so unclear as to whether it’s a plea for the Queen to be merciful or instant regret at telling her – it sends a dark flash across her eyes. “I’m not going to hurt them, Amalia. Or her.” She can’t. She has a whole queendom to answer to, now. The Wessex that sits before her isn’t the old Wessex. Old perceptions and prejudices die hard, but sooner or later the Shield will have to see that, won’t she?
With her talons clean, she retracts them and wiggles her fingers, clenching and unclenching her fists while she stares at her hands. Hands that have dealt a lot of unhappiness and violence but now must be raised in defense. And there are doubts… Wessex does not have the same faith in the Old Gods that Amalia has. Oh, to have that much faith! Her gaze lifts to the younger woman and there is worry in them, disbelief and an open honesty long absent from her person. “What if it is his will? Or what if he doesn’t show? The Gods are notoriously bad this time of year, you know that. And with the Blight?”
And if it’s Mort’s will… what will Amalia do? Stand with Roana?
The Queen’s earlier words echo in her head. I’ll show up. Until I have to defend myself against you.”
What if that time is coming? And what if it’s sooner than either of them think?
she's pullin' the trigger
cause it's me and the moon, she says
and i have no trouble with that
