Maeve
Queen Ansel. The title and use of her last name has her attention snapping to the sound of the voice, turning so quickly she almost loses her balance, eyes narrowing towards the man it comes from. Only when she recognizes him does she ease slightly. Her shoulders dropping as a small smile curls on her lips, "Please, just call me Maeve. That's what everyone else does." She huffs with a laugh, bending quickly to scoop a bit of water, splashing it on her face to chase the heat away.
"I didn't know you were here. I'm assuming you came to help Deimos?" The Queens asks, drawing away from the water and taking a few steps towards the outlander, hands braced on her hips.
"I didn't know you were here. I'm assuming you came to help Deimos?" The Queens asks, drawing away from the water and taking a few steps towards the outlander, hands braced on her hips.
No one wants you when you have no heart
and I’m sitting pretty in my brand new scars
and I’m sitting pretty in my brand new scars
