Black Morass stirring

reyna's brows were knitted, but besides that the woman seemed fairly composed. but inside, anger swells. it boils, and burns the insides of her eyes. how dare he.

no matter. it's his decision, and reyna can't fix stupidity. instead, she must learn from it. she has her eyes set upon a mountain, towering above the plateau she finds herself atop of. such a fine palace it would make, she thinks, before dipping her head to lap at the river water that trickles down the mountain.