Permafrost Hollows She's nobody's fool

ten bloodied blades, stabbed into cooling meat.

her lips carmine.

she felt the acrid tang of a loup long before its little claws clicked against ice. head lowered, tail slithered over fine crystal dust - when it came from the iridescent dark, she had yet to decide between scream or strike.

and when it spoke her title, the queen's pupils swallowed her eyes whole.

the name returned like a word read in a dream.

"...petite princesse. lilia." the lazy smirk spread over her muzzle as rising vapor. she purred smoothly to the enfant's growl. eyes resumed their shine.

no longer an enfant, this one, nor as petite - but a mouse in heels was no more a courtier.

she removed her hands from the kill, little wet sounds accompanying it. she rested her chin on a wrist.

"or ies eet, fai-na-lee - queen?"