ᅟ 𝒄r͟u͟e͟lᅟ 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬ᅟ.

mom, i’m gonna make you proud. i promise.

i don't need god because i'm him.

⠀⠀⠀ ( she returns that sweet kiss, her cheeks flushing at such a display of affection. ) princess. . .

look at my eyes I’m full of you

⠀⠀⠀ ( she looks up, into her lilac eyes with deer eyes. )

⠀⠀⠀ ( remains in silence. )

⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀ ( it was still not enough; her eyes pleaded for her to continue, demanding that she speak plainly. )

⠀⠀⠀ ( her eyes remained fixed upon the violet ones; she shook her head at her plea. she had wanted her silence—now, she would have to earn for her to speak again. )

⠀⠀⠀ ( in silence. she will not say another word. )

⠀⠀⠀ . . .

⠀⠀⠀ my mind is sound. but if it troubles you so, i shall say no more.

⠀⠀⠀ fine. then go and seek others. but do not dare seek me out, nor even speak a word to me again.

⠀⠀⠀ is that so?

⠀⠀⠀ it is a order.

⠀⠀⠀ and you will not leave the red keep.

⠀⠀⠀ i will not hear about such profanity.

⠀⠀⠀ and what duties have you come here to attend to, if i may ask?

⠀⠀⠀ visenya. to what do i owe this visit?

⠀⠀⠀ morrow, my princess.