sometimes we break so beautiful and you know you're not the only one
i breathe you in so sweet and powerful
A quiet chime of a laugh leaves her lips as Bastien ensures that they’d like her at the very least, and she gives him a bright smile in response to that, to the hand he places on his chest declaring the good taste they have. “I’m glad I’m a part of it then. I can blame it on that name.” She teases gently, giving him a small wink to encourage the charm. But she knows it must be hard, to not know what happened and what’s going on in the previous world.
Sometimes she wonders if Cal has gone from kingdom to kingdom, destroying and tearing it down in the name of finding her one way or another. She’s thankful he hasn’t found his way here at the very least.
But she shifts a bit to explain what had truly occurred the day she’d been shipped off, the day her life had changed. Still, she nods to him in understanding – because that’s exactly what they’d done. Tried to create a bridge where one could not be made. To put the daughter of the enemy court within their own, she was a lamb surrounded by wolves, waiting for one misstep before things got out of hand. And out of hand, they absolutely got.
“The servants in Halyven could do it that way.” She offers quietly. “I had always hoped to find someone like you among them should I have remained.” She offers – both working, doing what they needed to survive, a good home and a good life despite it all. But life was never easy or kind, she’s learned. The small mercy of having Bastien here was the only thing kind and wonderful she tethered to like a stone to keep from drifting away.
He asks another question, and her verdant gaze lands on him again, searching his face and eyes as she contemplates it. “I thought he was good enough.” She offers softly. “He was aloof, quiet, a bit… Cold toward me. I think it was likely because he had been bedding others during that time and viewed me as a threat to that. The women did too.” A small shrug of her shoulders. “He was handsome though, large wings that were soft to touch. He took better care of those than anything else.” She muses, the thought causing a brief smile to cross her face. “It wasn’t until we were married that things went wrong. That he started to interrogate me slowly at first, and still through it all I had wanted to love him.” A slight frown crosses her face. Was it from fear? That if she didn’t love him and didn’t have his favor, that she’d lose her life? That she wanted to do anything she could to appease the court there to keep her kingdom safe? Those are the questions she can’t totally answer.
Sometimes she wonders if Cal has gone from kingdom to kingdom, destroying and tearing it down in the name of finding her one way or another. She’s thankful he hasn’t found his way here at the very least.
But she shifts a bit to explain what had truly occurred the day she’d been shipped off, the day her life had changed. Still, she nods to him in understanding – because that’s exactly what they’d done. Tried to create a bridge where one could not be made. To put the daughter of the enemy court within their own, she was a lamb surrounded by wolves, waiting for one misstep before things got out of hand. And out of hand, they absolutely got.
“The servants in Halyven could do it that way.” She offers quietly. “I had always hoped to find someone like you among them should I have remained.” She offers – both working, doing what they needed to survive, a good home and a good life despite it all. But life was never easy or kind, she’s learned. The small mercy of having Bastien here was the only thing kind and wonderful she tethered to like a stone to keep from drifting away.
He asks another question, and her verdant gaze lands on him again, searching his face and eyes as she contemplates it. “I thought he was good enough.” She offers softly. “He was aloof, quiet, a bit… Cold toward me. I think it was likely because he had been bedding others during that time and viewed me as a threat to that. The women did too.” A small shrug of her shoulders. “He was handsome though, large wings that were soft to touch. He took better care of those than anything else.” She muses, the thought causing a brief smile to cross her face. “It wasn’t until we were married that things went wrong. That he started to interrogate me slowly at first, and still through it all I had wanted to love him.” A slight frown crosses her face. Was it from fear? That if she didn’t love him and didn’t have his favor, that she’d lose her life? That she wanted to do anything she could to appease the court there to keep her kingdom safe? Those are the questions she can’t totally answer.
like a wildfire burning up inside my lungs
i'm burning up, i'm burning up, i'm burning up
REXANNA
