Heda
She's there, standing aside from the other residents, hidden. Afraid of what they may think of her now, afraid, cowardice, ignorant, dishonest. If anything she had been all of those things, she hadn't kept her promise for them, that she would bring them protection, if anything she painted a target on their backs during her reign. And now hopefully they would be freed from being sheep amongst wolves, at least she hoped stepping down would wash away that paint.
So she stands, behind them, quietly inching forward trying not to draw any attention to herself as she nears them. Her gaze lifted to Ivar with gratitude, this man was her savior, truly her prince charming. Not even a thousand thank yous could make up to what had done for her by taking over the throne, and saving her people. It was true only in her final moments as queen had she realized that this was not the life she was equipped for, she was a bystander even as a queen, and now here she is being her true self.
So as she finds her way into the meeting, golden body glistening in the sunlight, it was obvious by now that she had been spotted by all, the fallen queen amongst her own people. Her hazel gaze lifts to Ivar, her body tenses growing afraid of what her own people must think of her now. And with a hesitant steps, she makes her way towards him for comfort taking her place beside him. She brushes her muzzle across his shoulder, in a quick sign of affection. And in a low murmur under her breath, she thanks him. "Thank you, my love." And then she's silent, awaiting to hear what he has to say to his new Kingdom.
Long may he reign.
So she stands, behind them, quietly inching forward trying not to draw any attention to herself as she nears them. Her gaze lifted to Ivar with gratitude, this man was her savior, truly her prince charming. Not even a thousand thank yous could make up to what had done for her by taking over the throne, and saving her people. It was true only in her final moments as queen had she realized that this was not the life she was equipped for, she was a bystander even as a queen, and now here she is being her true self.
So as she finds her way into the meeting, golden body glistening in the sunlight, it was obvious by now that she had been spotted by all, the fallen queen amongst her own people. Her hazel gaze lifts to Ivar, her body tenses growing afraid of what her own people must think of her now. And with a hesitant steps, she makes her way towards him for comfort taking her place beside him. She brushes her muzzle across his shoulder, in a quick sign of affection. And in a low murmur under her breath, she thanks him. "Thank you, my love." And then she's silent, awaiting to hear what he has to say to his new Kingdom.
Long may he reign.
Go ahead. Laugh at the girl that loved to easily
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Ex-Queen of Loess