Maeve
We'll never get free
Lamb to the slaughter
Lamb to the slaughter
Maeve's smile falters at the mention of Aurelia, but she's quick to hide it. He doesn't need to know of their fallout. The disagreement that they currently found themselves in. Maeve instead brushes back his hair, cupping his cheek before she's leaning back and serving him cake. "You're welcome, my love." The Nightshade hums, cutting her own slice of cake as she settles on the blanket once more.
She's just about to take a bite when he asks his question and her lips curl into another gentle smile, "Well, there is one in the lighthouse. The Court of Stars wasn't built until Safrin appointed me as queen of Torchline and we needed a place to pray to her long before that." Maeve explains easily, having no issue answering her son's questions as he brings each of them up to her.
She's just about to take a bite when he asks his question and her lips curl into another gentle smile, "Well, there is one in the lighthouse. The Court of Stars wasn't built until Safrin appointed me as queen of Torchline and we needed a place to pray to her long before that." Maeve explains easily, having no issue answering her son's questions as he brings each of them up to her.
What you gon' do when there's blood in the water?
