{SE} what'll you fall for?

I get them all worked up and down on their knees, you see

Maeve bites her tongue. Phoebe wasn't the only one who taught him that. She wasn't the only one who sat with him and talked him through his heartbreak over and over and over again. Who told him that he wasn't wrong for having feelings. For wanting to keep living life. Oh how she had encouraged him. Even when she selfishly had wanted to keep him for herself. It's because of her that Phoebe even had him in the first place. Did she even know? Maeve doubts it. The Nightshade fiddles with the ring that adorns her left ring finger, twisting it slightly as she refrains from commenting that perhaps it was simply Caido correcting things again and allowing what should have grown in the first place a chance to do so.

"I hate what you've done to Harper. How you've made him feel." And maybe that meant she hated her, too. The Nightshade couldn't say for sure, but she knew that the feeling in her stomach for this woman wasn't love. It wasn't even contempt. It was something much more visceral than that. Maeve shakes her head, drawing in a breath, "The best thing that you can do now Phoebe is let him go. Let us be happy. I'm going to marry him. We're going to be a family once this whole war mess is done." The Queen meets her eyes now, intentions clear and leaving no room for misinterpretation, knowing that Phoebe still chose to carry his last name. Something she no longer had a right to.

Maeve