REXANNA
in the right heaven-yellow light,
Rexanna hears Zariah, but it doesn’t register. Everyone can place pretty words over their true meanings, and while Peter is nice – it isn’t him she’s concerned about. Still, she remains silent, nodding in agreement despite the anxiety bubbling beneath her skin. When Zariah reaches over and grabs onto her arm, her head snaps up toward the Queen with an almost shadowed sapphire gaze.The words she speaks are just that, too, pretty words placed over the idea of something terrible. And she mentions Bastien, as though that’s reason enough to marry someone else, have someone else’s child, when all she’d want is to bear a child of her own and Bastien’s genetics. Despite his Ascended status, she recalls Phoebe’s mention of the possibility of Frey’s help in the matter. And perhaps even the Voice might be able to do something like that, too. She mulls over the idea, but inevitably finds it to not mesh with her ideals, her feelings on the matter.
And it terrifies her, if she’s being honest.
And in terms of protection, that’s all Rexanna has ever wanted. But at what cost? She thinks of Deimos and Kiada, of her separate life in Helovia where she had left the Reaper for the protection of her husband there – a King, a royal family, only for it to go south too. There was no way in Rexanna’s mind that this could work, and she inhales deeply, her eyes softening as she looks at Zariah and offers a small smile. “This is a lot to take in, your Grace. I will need some time to adjust, if that's okay?” She asks with a tilt of her head and a gentle smile across her features.
anything could be holy enough
to save you
