REXANNA
no one wearing a crown,
comes in the name of peace.
Rexanna knows that there is a chance she is to be followed – whether to be reported back to Zariah as her whereabouts or to see if she’s doing her job. But she hasn’t expected to be followed by someone that was there at the Manor. She focuses on trying to make sure she’s doing the job she was told to do in case there’s eyes around – little birds, with eyes and voices to tell the Queen all the relative information that’s happening within the Hollowed Grounds. She spots someone, and lifts a leg prepared to step toward them to speak when suddenly there’s a touch on her shoulder from behind her.comes in the name of peace.
Whirling toward the face, she doesn’t notice them immediately – her heart is racing and she watches with almost indifferent sapphire eyes as he folds his hands neatly behind his back. He begins to speak, somewhat of a statement before he seems to catch himself and says hello. Her brows furrow slightly, and she, too, tucks her hands away – her immediate instinct to reach for the fireworks beneath her skin should he pose a threat. So far, no threats. Instead he questions if she were at the Manor and Rexanna dips her head in both a greeting and confirmation.
“I was, yes.” She begins, her voice silky smooth as she speaks again. “I had some business with our Queen.” She offers easily, not lying but not being terribly descriptive either. And after a moment, she wonders if he was there too, or if he simply disapproved of her going to the Manor. “Were you there?” She questions with a tilt of her head, realizing that she hasn’t introduced herself yet he hasn’t either. Let the stand off begin.
queens show no mercy
