Maeve
It's early morning and one of the few times during the day that isn't spent either with her son, the twins, or performing multiple tasks that come with being Queen. With the war coming, Maeve knows she can't grow lax with her training now. Maeve sprints down the beach, feet pounding against the still cool sand, not yet heated to scorching by the Longheat sun. The Nightshade slows as she reaches the edge of the sand just before they shift into tidal pools.
With her hands braced against her knees, Maeve takes a minute to catch her breath, pushing her hair back from her sweat damp forehead. This season's heat was going to be brutal. She could already tell.
With her hands braced against her knees, Maeve takes a minute to catch her breath, pushing her hair back from her sweat damp forehead. This season's heat was going to be brutal. She could already tell.
No one wants you when you have no heart
and I’m sitting pretty in my brand new scars
and I’m sitting pretty in my brand new scars
