REXANNA
i was born with a knife in one hand
Whether he believes her or not isn’t part of her concern. He had been a great king, the wisest, most fair she had ever encountered — her own ex-husband(s?) included. And she’d never think any differently about the man that sits before her, whether this skin or another. She watches as he congratulates her, and she dips her head perhaps a small amount childish, a fanged grin sent his way. He mentions he’s met Bastien a few times, but does not know him well, and she beams a small smirk toward him. “I’d dare to say he’s quite the improvement from the Elephant King.” She rumbles with a knowing look before she asks her question.
And waits.
Watching as the words sink in.
He looks away from the ring to meet her gaze, and Rexanna is nothing short of a soft exterior hiding an inferno below. She wouldn’t blame him if he said no, but she didn’t know who better to do it. Deimos had been there through so much strife, before she had been whisked away with children in tow for promises of a happier life. Deimos had been her constant. And it felt appropriate.
She grins wider when he accepts, with honor, and she grins wider. “I was hoping you’d say yes, you were my only option.” She hums with a smile, a brilliant sparkle to her eye.
And waits.
Watching as the words sink in.
He looks away from the ring to meet her gaze, and Rexanna is nothing short of a soft exterior hiding an inferno below. She wouldn’t blame him if he said no, but she didn’t know who better to do it. Deimos had been there through so much strife, before she had been whisked away with children in tow for promises of a happier life. Deimos had been her constant. And it felt appropriate.
She grins wider when he accepts, with honor, and she grins wider. “I was hoping you’d say yes, you were my only option.” She hums with a smile, a brilliant sparkle to her eye.
and a wound in the other
