REXANNA
i was born with a knife in one hand
“I am not surprised.” He admits, and her eyes flicker toward him as she takes a sip of her drink. There’s a light roll of her shoulders and she snickers to him at the memory that came with it. “Oh, you scared me shitless when I first arrived.” She winks to him with another quiet huff of laughter. “But she didn’t even have a title? She was new there, too, from what I recall.” She says with a thoughtful look that cascades over her pale face.
And the memory of when she told Tembovu, and gods how he had raged at it. Ah, good memories.
She looks to him once more as she leans against the counter from which he got the bottle to refill their glasses, and her eyes soften on him as he offers his own form of information, and Rexanna nods her head in agreement. A different time, a different life. Perhaps if she were still there she would have abandoned everything just to return to the mountains. But she knows it wouldn’t have been the same – wouldn’t have the quiet, pillar-like monarch that she adored.
At least she has him here. And her brow raises slightly as he meets her gaze, their both sharp and cold, with a spark of warmth within them at the memory and combined companionship. But his next set of words cause her to grin to him with a laugh. “No?” She says in a bit of surprise. “How long were you there? What happened?” She pins him with a bunch of questions before settling with the glass close to her chest, as though she’s a child waiting for story time.
And the memory of when she told Tembovu, and gods how he had raged at it. Ah, good memories.
She looks to him once more as she leans against the counter from which he got the bottle to refill their glasses, and her eyes soften on him as he offers his own form of information, and Rexanna nods her head in agreement. A different time, a different life. Perhaps if she were still there she would have abandoned everything just to return to the mountains. But she knows it wouldn’t have been the same – wouldn’t have the quiet, pillar-like monarch that she adored.
At least she has him here. And her brow raises slightly as he meets her gaze, their both sharp and cold, with a spark of warmth within them at the memory and combined companionship. But his next set of words cause her to grin to him with a laugh. “No?” She says in a bit of surprise. “How long were you there? What happened?” She pins him with a bunch of questions before settling with the glass close to her chest, as though she’s a child waiting for story time.
and a wound in the other
