REXANNA
Rome wasn't built in a day.
“It’s how I’ve lived so long.” She replied, shrugging as if it were no big deal – but it had been. Married off into a land that wanted her people and her to perish, who threw her in a dungeon for things she had no control over and no fault to, for hunting her for years when she had managed to escape her captors. She fought off the urge to reach for her collarbone where the brand had sat long ago before Frey had been kind enough to remove it and show her that it wasn’t her anymore.But she had no desires to return to that kind of life. She appreciated her freedom, and she’d fight for every last bit of it. His next question, for a moment, sparked a small smile to form that quirked the corner of her lips up slightly. “I wouldn’t say I invite danger, I’m just curious is all.” She said matter-of-factly, watching his gaze shift to the firework in her hand. “And besides, Longnight is over, the only dangers that lie here now are the people.” Her smile faded as she looked to him, let her sapphire gaze scour over his face briefly.
He began to speak of care, and Rexanna shook her head – her dark curtain of hair dancing along her shoulders and chest with the movement. “There wasn’t time.” She said, again, in a matter-of-fact tone. She certainly didn’t know how long she had with everything going on. And besides, the healers were likely busy with those like Lucas – affected and actually extremely hurt. It was better that way (at least that’s what she told herself).
A grin spread across his face, showing those fangs again that she eyed for a brief moment as if every time she saw them on him it reminded her of that night. “Prepare for the worst, hope for the best.” She offered, another small roll of her shoulders. “I’m hoping for the best Lucas, but I can’t help but to prepare in case it happens again.” Her voice had taken on a tone long built within her, that hint of royalty; of masks and faces, of near indifference.
But it burned in one.
