#;; HNGGGGGH !!!!!! OKAY I HAD TO DO A THING FROM THEIR EARLY FIRST MEETING DAYS !!!!

[kaerinio]

@nightstriumph approached her grace: ❝ not going to try to kill me again, i hope. ❞

The day, with all its strain, draws itself upon her ; nonetheless, even within the comfort of her own tent, the mask of the ruler sits unrelenting upon her face. A weight so immense, it suffocates and bruises, she laments, breathing through the stiffness in her elegant neck and slender shoulders ( though, she does allow the small comfort of tucking a bare foot beneath herself, the other dangling, its lacquered toe tips brushing to and fro along a rough spun tapestry, which provides a meager barrier against the hardened earth ). From a corner at her back, Barristan grunts in disapproval, his cerulean eyes hard, no doubt, and trained on the male before her, whose goblet she now leans forward to fill. Wine cascades in a steady stream, rich and heady and deep as the primordial eddies of the Cauldron. “Again?” she echoes, the curve of her lips vague when she sits back, placing the pitcher at the edge of the little table. “I am only a young queen with little knowledge of Prythian's ways, but I am not so foolish as to harm a guest in my tent.”

Slight and controlled : a pale brow rises, a chin tilts, and silver bells, carefully woven into intricate braids, sing. “Especially when that guest is rumored to wield the power to crush a mind as easily as one may a rose petal.” Soft as a kiss, the words may be, they reach, like fingers in the dark : seeking, reaping, clawing for truth. A nail traces the base of her goblet ; gaze bears into gaze, violet searing violet, and the smile caressing her lips settles on innocence before she croons, “Tell me : why do you expect ill fate from me, my lord? Am I truly so fearsome?”