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treva had heard enough names for royalty that his term didn't fall on deaf ears. although she wasn't as intimately familiar with it's meaning, but the message was clear. he ruled here as some sort of...head piece.

and he offered her a ticket to freedom with a slice of paradise.

although the other shoe always dropped. a queen. lazily she rolled her head in prolonged thought, teasing a piece of fatty meat between her teeth.

only if she'll deprive me of your time and eventually some spot of importance. not her seat, i'm not looking to play queen, though.

honest, even in her drunken green gaze. treva had no desire to be queen here even if she wanted some sliver of greatness.