REXANNA
no one wearing a crown,
comes in the name of peace.
Her smile surprises him, and for a moment she almost feels bad for such a surprise. What had he done before where nobody had the decency to greet him kindly? To show him the ropes and ways of common chatter, if not needing to constantly serve or be a face for someone somewhere, but where you could be yourself? He speaks and she listens attentively, allowing him to shift to be more comfortable and she relaxes her own posture as if encouraging him that he can relax. She isn’t there to smite him, isn’t there to fight or argue. A simple conversation, to get to know one another in a time where relationships were still tentative. comes in the name of peace.
She responds to her initial words after the comment from Peter, sapphire gaze eyeing him softly before she turns to look at those milling about the town. “They grump and complain, then become complacent. The only time they’ll argue and be upset is behind the doors of their homes, but eventually there will be nothing out in the streets like there is now.” She offers in a way of explanation. She should know, after all. The riots of Asciend when she wed the Prince were enough of an idea how the process worked. Then, as they grew to know her and her country, the complaints grew to whispers in the streets — then idle chatter behind closed doors.
At least before everything went to hell and it rose back up.
She turns her head to look at him once more when he asks what Zariah has asked of her, and she leans in finding it within her to be able to tell him since clearly he’s working for the Queen. It’s another set of whispers, as if the rest of the town cannot know her mission. “I’m here to help spread her good name, to make this process go easier — to make them no longer act out in public, and accept our Queen.” She leans back and looks toward the other townspeople walking around. But Peter’s introduction takes her by a bit of surprise, his last name the same as Zariahs and Edrei’s and she offers him a bright smile in response.
“Pleasure to meet you Peter Launceleyn.” She says, eyes drifting toward his face. “And I do have magic, yes.” She begins quietly, that same faint smile crossing her lips. “Fire, fireworks, transmutation.” She lists them off with a small shrug. “And you?”
queens show no mercy
