Lion Head Mesa kyōchikutō ♧

she was shoved away.

tamar staggered, confused, but dipped closer again. the queen was shaken. sourness clung to her mouth. "let me call for the physcian," the maidservant urged, though she was loathe to receive the queen's wrath again.

she did not look toward the sick-room again. and she hoped that arsenio would not come upon them, that he was still being questioned in the throne room.

the girl bowed her crown and hovered, silent, anxious. a bruise began to form beneath her fur.