𝓗𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐍.

𝓓id no one ever teach you﹐ that when you try to touch a 𝘎͟𝘰͟𝘥͟𝘥͟𝘦͟𝘴͟𝘴﹐ when you treat her like she is property﹐ you are playing with divine fire and you and everything you love will 𝘣͟𝘶͟𝘳͟𝘯 .ᐣ

𝓢he was like a windflower trembling on its slender stem, so fragile you feel it can’t possibly survive the blasts that shake it, though it survives them 𝒂͟𝒍͟𝒍.

the king continues to carry his soon-to-be queen through the marble hallways of the palace until they reach the propylon. that's where he put her back down on her feet ❝Hm, I feel sorry for that certain king then❞ he replied in his usual teasing manner while stealing a ↣

she instructs a maid to bring astyanax and ensure he is properly wrapped up. it may be sunny, but the weather is tricky. once the boy is brought over and safely in his mother's arms, she nods at helen. “ we are good to go. ”