Maeve
"Safrin even says they're some of her favorites." The Nightshade murmurs, a smile curling on her lips as she draws her knees up to her chest, arms wrapping around the tops of them.
A laugh bubbles up from her, making her nose wrinkle, "They're actually rather strong, but they can still break." Maeve shrugs her shoulders, holding his gaze as he floats before her easily, ever calm and stoic.
Her smile shrinks slightly and she hums, "I was a Madame, actually. It was Safrin who called me. She appointed me as queen and there was no going back after that." People think it's more complex than it actually is. Maeve's rise to power wasn't performed through a coup or anything of the sort. It was simply Safrin's desire and thus here she was.
A laugh bubbles up from her, making her nose wrinkle, "They're actually rather strong, but they can still break." Maeve shrugs her shoulders, holding his gaze as he floats before her easily, ever calm and stoic.
Her smile shrinks slightly and she hums, "I was a Madame, actually. It was Safrin who called me. She appointed me as queen and there was no going back after that." People think it's more complex than it actually is. Maeve's rise to power wasn't performed through a coup or anything of the sort. It was simply Safrin's desire and thus here she was.
Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending
still waiting for her happy ending
