REXANNA
no one wearing a crown,
comes in the name of peace.
It’s a pleasant surprise for Rexanna as she notices the man’s posture relaxing. The formality of it is still there for her, but now it’s different. She doesn’t perceive him as a threat, and instead he seems interested; the question initially posed was just that — a question, not an attack or idea of trying to make sure she was doing her job. But when he speaks, there’s almost a timidness to it, and her head remains slightly tilted as she allows him time to explain. She understands what he means, those around them are furious and yet Rexanna seems fine. And to all others, she is fine; it’s only internally that she’s struggling.comes in the name of peace.
She offers him a wide grin and a small nod as she straightens. “Ah, yes, well they’ll come around. Just takes time, you know?” She says softly, no edge to her voice like before when he had surprised her. Before she has a chance to explain that she, too, works for the Queen now, he mentions that he was there too that day. And there’s a slight glimmer of hope she understands underneath the muttering he seems to be saying. There’s a small bell within Rexanna’s mind, where her maternal instinct lies, and it slowly begins to ring the more she looks at Peter and hears him speak.
So she smiles wide yet again and nods. “I work with our Queen now, so I’ll hazard a guess we’ll see each other more often.” She explains the best she can before her shoulders lift and lower in a slight shrug. “Courts can be stuffy without newcomers.” She adds for good measure, leaning in the tiniest bit closer as though she’s telling him a secret before she sits back and smiles. “I’m Rexanna.”
queens show no mercy
