Boartusk Heights upon return

agrippina hated to throw herself onto this unmentioned charity. but when she saw the man, a gradient of darkness against the background of rainy air, she could not hide her relieved inhale.

shelter, came the voice rusted with disuse, cracked by seawater. ashamed, she shut her chartreuse eyes for a moment, reaching for anything to give strength.

a low bow, elegant despite the fact she had been denied a single foot set in her mother's natal court. that woman — she had not let agrippina exist, filling her mind with every iota of royal education that she herself had once enjoyed.

i can offer nothing. but i will do — anything. she did not know the color of his eyes; her own were for the muddy earth and the numbing sensation of her paws covered in filth that might never wash away.