Are The Rumors True? ||Breckin, Any||

[Breckin]

Breckin

the truth that you'll find
will always be the truth you hide

Rounding the mass of a large wind worn boulder, her dark brown gaze comes to rest upon a vaguely familiar grey form.  The smile upon her lips falls to a flat line, remembering the first and only time she’d met the previous king of Loess.  It had been the day she’d happened upon Leilan in the Field, looking for a potential recruitee, but Arthas had been quicker to the small gathering than she had, though it hadn’t stopped her from pursuing the nervous Roseen all the same.  For a moment, she wonders what had become of the shy sooty mare.  But her thoughts turn mildly sour after, also remembering how it had been the dappled stallion who had initially stolen Leilan from Ischia in the first place, then to offhandedly mention taking Roseen from Leilan as if the mare were an object.

The urge is there, to simply turn away and pretend as though she had never heard the summoning call that had resounded across Nerine.  But the Queen’s better judgment keeps her from doing just that, reminding herself again, that her shortcomings in the relationship she once had with Leilan were no one’s fault but her own, and that Queendom came with certain responsibilities that she was quickly learning and becoming accustomed; she no longer held such luxuries as turning a blind eye.

”Hello again, Arthas,” she says warmly, pulling her best mask of diplomacy to work its hold on her features.  With upturned lips fashioned into a smile, she stills just in front of the dappled gentleman.  ”To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?”

your world is still lacking of me, how do you love?

@[Arthas]