Boartusk Heights Barn owl

princesa nymphora. it is an honor, agrippina said again, dipping into a second bow. this child was not at all unlike her sainted mother, and indeed was one of the first royals she had met aside from la matriarcha.

it seemed the girl was welcoming of her suggestion; ducking her head, the sirviente moved into a position more apt for lady-in-waiting: demurely tucked to the right, two paces back.

heart raced, for there were two choices here, but intrigue had already honeyed the bittersweet.

softly her dove-calling was for @Qvasir.

and she remembered how he had looked upon her at the path. would he see now how silently she moved upon that expression?

eyes downcast, she waited.