My dear, we're slow dancing in a burning room
Whatever frustration the Nightshade is feeling about her son aging again fades as he nervously approaches, gripping her hands tightly, thumbs brushing across her knuckles in a move that's so like Harper she almost forgets that he isn't the Attuned's son by blood. The Queen sighs softly, shaking her head in a gentle dismissal of his worry, releasing one of his hands to cup his cheek instead. "It's okay, love. I know you didn't mean to." And she believes him.
"Are you alright now?" Maeve asks gently, thumb brushing across his cheek lightly before she draws him into a tight hug, pressing a kiss to the top of his curls. "You're so big now. Soon you'll be taller than me."
"Are you alright now?" Maeve asks gently, thumb brushing across his cheek lightly before she draws him into a tight hug, pressing a kiss to the top of his curls. "You're so big now. Soon you'll be taller than me."
Maeve
