Herbalists' Cache hold my cup

star eater watched him, unblinking, as if she were waiting for him to catch up to a truth that should have already been clear.
if she is to be your lady wife, would it not be wise?
the words came smoothly, evenly, carrying no judgment, only certainty. she tilted her head slightly, her gaze steady as he turned away, brushing off her question with that familiar scoff.
but she did not relent.
you may not be his keeper, she continued, watching the way his pacing set his shoulders taut with irritation, the way his teeth clicked in quiet frustration. but he is still a boy.
her meaning hung between them, weighty and undeniable.
and boys who feel forgotten often make foolish choices.