REXANNA
in the right heaven-yellow light,
Watching out over the balcony, Rexanna isn’t sure what to do next. But it seems she doesn’t have much of a choice in the matter, not as Zariah begins to speak and her gaze flits toward her Queen – a smile immediately disappearing under the guise of orders and orders and orders. Gods, did royalty ever change? Was she like this once upon a time, destined to rule alongside a tyrant monarch like she sits beside now? She inhales calmly, eyes remaining on the woman as she makes her demands.She has to make a choice now.
And she chooses against a life dictated by yet another in power. Consequences be damned. Regardless of how calm Zariah sounds in the moment as she makes her claims, Rexanna has an air of fire and steel in her bones, and she hears the timeline that Zariah has stated for her. She’s trapped in a hard spot, and she doesn’t know where to go or what to do from there, but she knows that she cannot stay here, cannot remain in the shadow of the manor until morning. It's too much like a prison, like the dark cell she'd spent months in, all because of a similar situation. At the very least, she knows that Peter wouldn't treat her the way Calstron had, but she also knows Peter could never treat her the same that Bastien has, the freedom and love.
“As you wish.” Her voice is flat and her eyes are dark, and she stands to leave, imagining that Zariah’s demands are done.
anything could be holy enough
to save you
