Stone Circle but just saying it could even make it happen

she listened to him in turn, giving what she had been given.

attention. focus. respect.

there was one thing she did not voice. her worry about the winter, but what did she know? this was her first real one. maybe this was just how they were.

the little touch was enough to distract her. warmth flushed through her face and she forced her yellow gaze to stay fixed on the ground.

litla drottning.

what does that mean?