they say that war is hell, but,
true hell begins when the battle ends
and you're the only one whose
hands still drip red
She snorts at his comment, shrugging and nodding along despite it. She’d rather not – she’d already felt what it felt like to get the sun near the more sensitive parts of her skin, how it felt like when she had Ascended and the fire magic within her had writhed and struggled to get free. It hadn’t, but she felt for a moment as though she were burning from within, until it was all gone in the end.
At Jigano’s musing though, she sighs almost wistfully, glancing over to the bard with a light smile. “I do miss that pain in the ass.” She concedes, green eyes meeting blue as he chuckles. “All in due time.” She winks, lips edging toward the curve of a smirk, until it fades as he asks a more serious question. And while Rexanna hadn’t seen them work, she’d heard of them working before.
“The king did have the final say in Halyven.” She pauses thoughtfully, until he comments about Calstron and she hums a brief snort at that. “Ah, well, Cal was a prince, not a king. He was a control freak but had little to no say in things.” A thing of which he had often taken out on her, but that was beside the point. “But while I was in training for becoming the next queen, there were many books and stories about how my mother had a council when she ruled. And it had worked, until the King beheaded her.” Her green gaze lifts to meet his with a small shrug.
It was worth a shot, at the very least.
At Jigano’s musing though, she sighs almost wistfully, glancing over to the bard with a light smile. “I do miss that pain in the ass.” She concedes, green eyes meeting blue as he chuckles. “All in due time.” She winks, lips edging toward the curve of a smirk, until it fades as he asks a more serious question. And while Rexanna hadn’t seen them work, she’d heard of them working before.
“The king did have the final say in Halyven.” She pauses thoughtfully, until he comments about Calstron and she hums a brief snort at that. “Ah, well, Cal was a prince, not a king. He was a control freak but had little to no say in things.” A thing of which he had often taken out on her, but that was beside the point. “But while I was in training for becoming the next queen, there were many books and stories about how my mother had a council when she ruled. And it had worked, until the King beheaded her.” Her green gaze lifts to meet his with a small shrug.
It was worth a shot, at the very least.
REXANNA
