Blackfeather Woods divine timing

three blessings.

three bestowals of love upon her from the royal crown. she saw it now and did not envy how well toula wore it. how somehow she had kept such a soft and warm heart despite all that the throne could ask of one's spirit.

or maybe, maybe it had only ever asked so much of herself — of their father.

now toula could be peace and grace.

i love you, she exhaled at the end of her sister's blessings. somehow untangled and strung up again all at once. she could not hide beneath such royal eyes. they carried the shadows of their father but held a radiance unlike any other.

who will you bless if i tell you i am meant only for bloodshed and wilds now?

a smile, soft and tired. a paw reached to touch Pharaoh's gentle features.