empires fall when we move the unmovable, so tell me all of my secrets, tell me all of my lies,
Out for a walk, to taunt, to scheme, or perhaps just to contemplate just how things got to be how they are - pick one, it doesn’t matter anymore, does it? - the early morning finds the Queen meandering along the border between the Greatwood and the Hollowed Ground. She’s sure there are eyes following her every move, so she makes sure to keep one eye on the treeline as well, lest any stray projectiles come her way. She is barefoot and carelessly dressed, looking far more like a peasant than a leader, but that doesn’t stop her from carrying herself a certain way. And humming very quietly. An old tune her mother used to sing, wordless and either comforting or melancholic, depending on the mood.
To the untrained eye, she appears surprisingly human. To the utter stranger, she might still pass. But no one here is that naive, are they?
To the untrained eye, she appears surprisingly human. To the utter stranger, she might still pass. But no one here is that naive, are they?
WESSEX
