the birds are whispering

WESSEX after all is said and done you're just a carnivore let you in and drink my blood you're nothing but a monster She’s probably lost her goddam mind. Several days ago, when a different woman was on the throne, it would have been an unequivocal 'Yes, Wessex, you have lost your mind. And your freedom.' Now, she likes to think there’s a 65/35 chance (give or take) she’s lost her mind. Those odds, she can live with. Walking up to the Launceleyn Manor in the late evening, cloaked and protected as per usual, she informs the guard that she’d like to see Edrei. The Queen. Hmmm. The place looks different in the daylight. It takes a moment, but she’s ushered into the building, through some doors, and told to wait. So she does. Here is where she might have taken a deep breath and forced herself to settle her nerves - if she needed to do such a thing. Instead, she just takes in the room, the decorations, whatever else is in there, and waits for her favorite (which is both saying a lot and not much at all) not-teenager to arrive.