and like the moon, she had a side of her so dark
even the stars couldn't shine on it
The voted on a council.
Amalia's a historian.
The girl blinks once, her expression unreadable as she stares up into Rexanna's bright green eyes. Eyes she didn't have the last time they spoke; eyes Amalia helped her gain, traded for promises of cooperation and peace. It's almost laughable, how strong she felt beside this woman, how much power and authority she thought she held. Rexanna must think her pitiful now, a broken thing in a hospital bed, at the mercy of others in the absence of her legs.
Rexanna, their newest Ascended Queen.
"Historian?" Amalia repeats, her voice lilting into a question. Like most of the issues surrounding their fluctuating governments, she has very little idea of what this actually means. Then she drops her gaze, shrugging indifferently, her attention back upon her toes. "What do you want, Queen Rexanna? I'm at your mercy, it seems."
Amalia's a historian.
The girl blinks once, her expression unreadable as she stares up into Rexanna's bright green eyes. Eyes she didn't have the last time they spoke; eyes Amalia helped her gain, traded for promises of cooperation and peace. It's almost laughable, how strong she felt beside this woman, how much power and authority she thought she held. Rexanna must think her pitiful now, a broken thing in a hospital bed, at the mercy of others in the absence of her legs.
Rexanna, their newest Ascended Queen.
"Historian?" Amalia repeats, her voice lilting into a question. Like most of the issues surrounding their fluctuating governments, she has very little idea of what this actually means. Then she drops her gaze, shrugging indifferently, her attention back upon her toes. "What do you want, Queen Rexanna? I'm at your mercy, it seems."
a side of her so cold
even the sun couldn't burn it
Amalia
