Start by admitting that from cradle to tomb
Isn't that long a stay
Bastien looked up from his slumped post to see who the next visitor would be: when it was someone he only vaguely recognised but had never actually met before, he wasn't sure if that was better or worse than the close friends. The tired, bitter part of him wanted to bite back that whoever she was, she had never known Rexanna; that his wife had been so much more than a Queen.
But he did not have a monopoly on grief. With a sigh and a nod, he motioned for her to come in. "Her face is burnt on one side...do not let it shock you. Much of her beauty is still preserved." Bastien had grown very used to the sight of his wife's marred face in the last day, but he knew it might be shocking for those not keeping post. "...Did you know Rexanna, Evelyn?" He asked, shifting Azrael higher up in his arms.
But he did not have a monopoly on grief. With a sigh and a nod, he motioned for her to come in. "Her face is burnt on one side...do not let it shock you. Much of her beauty is still preserved." Bastien had grown very used to the sight of his wife's marred face in the last day, but he knew it might be shocking for those not keeping post. "...Did you know Rexanna, Evelyn?" He asked, shifting Azrael higher up in his arms.
Come to the Cabaret, old chum
Bastien
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