[ She was hitting the stage where everything was going numb, not wanting to feel anything - pain, emotions, the chill of the air against her skin. Perhaps one day she'd learn how to make it permanent, vulnerabilities too much to deal with in this place. Two years. Two years of being scared all the time of everything. Of listening to whatever people bothered to say around her like her life depended on it - waiting for the moment to be able to use that information to her advantage. Maybe gather enough to go to the Queen and ask for the change in herself.
The time was coming, but she wasn't there yet. And while Fitz may not be her endgame plan, he worked for that immediate need for security - no matter the cost. Or so she thinks.
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The time was coming, but she wasn't there yet. And while Fitz may not be her endgame plan, he worked for that immediate need for security - no matter the cost. Or so she thinks.
She silently moves to the spot, settling down and letting her hair fall to form a curtain between them. She wants to say no, but where would that get her? Fingers rest in her lap, playing with an edge of the sheer black skirt. It's hard to try and look comfortable in it when she's anything but -- not having really ever been one for something more risqué than cotton panties. ] Yes, it's beautiful. Thank you.
[ Manners. Always. ]