Lion Head Mesa there’s a way, I know

This is a dance.

It’s one she’s taken before, not with music or footsteps but parrying conversation and careful bids. There is a precious order and this is a Goddess in her mortal form whose time on the earthly plane is to maintain it.

So when the young Queen sweeps into her room, beautiful and extravagant with concern and honey-sweet words to give, the woman will abandon a spellbound daze and kneel before her gilded feet.

“My Queen, a most sincere apology for causing upset at your border,” she will not dare to speak to her face. “I offer myself in service to you, to lift this burden.”