REXANNA
in the right heaven-yellow light,
Rexanna nods, wondering how much of Zariah’s mood has just changed because of the inadvertent denial. Looking away from her Queen, she too, looks out over the view of the balcony. It is blissful news, but at this point Rexanna doesn’t know what she wishes for more. The ability to bear children, or the comfort of Bastien at her side without trying to constantly try for children. And besides, if her womb still cannot bear children like she believes it can’t, is she really willing to tread that water?What kind of action would Zariah take against her if she’s unable to bear children anyway? There’s also a thought that passes through her mind, and it’s of kind, sweet Peter who loved soft things and recognition, only to be paired with her as her husband. The thought of trying to bear his children sends her stomach further down in it’s torment. She doesn’t want any part of it, doesn’t want Peter to be any part of it either. But if Zariah had told Peter of the plans, would he try to change her mind too?
Just another hopeless, awkward, terrible marriage? She chews on the inside of her lip as Zariah speaks more, and she nods yet it’s not enough for her. None of it is enough. She simply wants to be and have nothing expected of her, though it’s unlikely she could be so lucky. And she’s treading water in the denial of her Queen, an idea that sends her stomach even further. “I understand, your Grace.” She finally manages to say, unable to tell Zariah of her past and her hesitancies, unwilling to. “I have only spoken with Peter once, and I would like to at least get to know him better before it all.” She admits, eyes remaining away from her Queen as they darken further.
anything could be holy enough
to save you
