ℍ𝕖𝕣 𝕄𝕒𝕛𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕪, ℚ𝕦𝕖𝕖𝕟 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕠𝕥𝕥𝕖

“ I promise I won't fall asleep during meetings again. ”

Violet remains lost in thought, unable to reach a conclusion. “ I understand that the newcomers may be disappointing, your Majesty, but what I don't understand is, lacking anything to catch your attention, what awaits us this season? ”

her cheeks flushed slightly and her smile softened. she felt proud to be compared to her mother; she strived to be just like her. “thank you, your majesty.”

oh! well, i’ve been keeping a low profile.

we’re cursed， you and i. and there’s nothing to be done about it.

In this silent exchange between our hearts, there is a tenderness that words can barely contain—a harmony where your soul shelters mine, and mine forever cherishes yours.

The land of hope more like, your majesty. Or at least speaking things into existence

the prince was somewhat surprised when he saw the queen. “ aunt charlotte ? is everything alright ? ”

“ I mean… it’s hardly a royal feat.” He says. He often felt it’s for that role as if he was letting his wife and people down. His fits. But he also wished for life. For moments. And he can imagine the tacky feel of water, and surprises himself of wanting to dance in the-

“ Ni me pregunten como es que me encuentro el día de hoy porque después de conocer al fin el motivo de uno de los conflictos de mis ocho hijos, estoy insufrible hoy ”

┈─ 𖦷 the 𝓺𝒖𝒆𝒆𝒏 of england