Nova Peak birnen

phaedra out <3

their gazes locked like a fly in amber, phaedra's own corresponding the dismantlement of trust, the complement of mercy. 

"not so many. and each dear to me. but, perhaps i shall also croak." he said in the king's aristocratic voice, though the subliminal messaging meant for her ears was not without regard. she set her jaw and scoffed softly into the fur of her chest, standing to all fourst. "each so dear t' you— your grace—  croaking without tellin' would not be very nice. or kingly." 

she lingered a few moments longer, glaring at the frog, when she suddenly felt her gorge start to rise. gulping the acrid taste of bile assurgent in her throat, as her father began speaking again, his eldest turned and pressed quickly on into the copse.