Two Eyes Cenote Arsenic and Lace

She stepped from the innards of the prison room. Her sea green gaze troubled and angry. But she swallowed it. Swallowed it whole and tearing as she did every other time her sister treated her so abysmally. Why was Tiye so mean? And why did her father let her treat her like that.

She never treated anyone cruelly if she could help it. Could she hold her own. Absolutely. Did she feel remorse for holding her own, hardly ever. But she also knew that she was built different. There was a different type of way to her.

She huffed and small paws ate up the ground as she patrolled around the palace. Eyes taking in the surrounding area. There was no denying, perhaps it was strange that the man Soto constantly came to Muat Rya, but he had never been cruel to her. He treated her kindly. Even spoke to her kindly.

She shifted unsure, but kept moving. Pushing all of it away for another day.