☾ 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑊𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑄𝑢𝑒𝑒𝑛

the blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 𝘩𝘮, perhaps if you want to you can keep me company. I would rather stay alone in these moments but you are not sharing my blood. which means I can handle your closeness. ⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀I'm 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒓 than my demons .

fear will be our enemy and death its consequence.

love is a cannibalistic feast. but the rest is death, and death alone.

"Why....do you care for them?"

Taking a hold of the things given to her, she sighs. "I hardly ever see them. Highpoint holds no fond memories for me anymore. I did not even know they were with child. But I'll have them sent if you wish."

She was about to explain how much she tried to convince him but her efforts were for nothing...when the topic of her brother was brought up. "My brother? I....have not seen my family for a while, you'll forgive but I do not even know which one you'll mean. "

"Which will....eventually, leave us to be enemies. When the time comes." Frowning, it was ever to easy to slip into the bitterness of the situation. To disguise it, a smile was forced on. "Well, at least she will be happy. And safe."

"The queen's handmaiden...." Katherine should be happy for Serena, would this not all sit very wrong with her. She felt betrayed and yet found herself praying every night for Serena her happiness. "My former handmaiden yes. I was hoping you'd tell me that she is well."

"It is always good to be...and feel at home." Nodding shortly, she played with the fabric of her sleeve. "I was wondering, if you might have heard of a.....friend of mine. She has left the north."

Holding in for a moment, this was only further proof to her that the witch was to be trusted with what she said. Her gaze gliding over the tunics, almost studying. "Are you well ?"