REXANNA
no one wearing a crown,
comes in the name of peace.
Walking with him toward the shops and merchants along the street, she keeps an eye on Peter through her peripheral vision. Not that she worries about him leaving or trying anything, but just to be sure he’s having a good time and doesn’t grow uncomfortable – of course, it changes when Rexanna asks the question most Outlanders have had the chance to express. It was so typical of them to talk about it that it was surprising to hear that he was from a different place. comes in the name of peace.
Her head shifts toward him as she listens, nodding in agreement with a soft smile (whether its of encouragement or understanding, it’s hard to tell). His next set of words make a part of her feel sorrow for him, wondering what had kept him from experiencing the joys of his previous world. Unless, of course, he was like her. A prisoner in a way, unable to escape other than to run and run and run. And how much could you really experience when you lived a life like that.
She listens diligently until Peter’s tone changes, and he drifts off to ask her (or rather confirm) that she’s from a different place. She nods with a smile sent his way. “I came from a place called Halyven, though I lived in Aciend for a time.” She offers easily, a roll of her shoulders. “They were neighboring countries constantly at war with one another, quite different in their ideas and needs.” She explains easily, finding it easier with every passing month she’s away from the old life she had lived to openly talk about it. “But, like you, I didn’t get to experience much of my old world either. Traded one castle for another, didn’t get to see much outside of it until before I came here.”
queens show no mercy
