BREATHE IN. ignore that hollow ache within the chasm of your chest. lift your chin and smile, oh you pretty thing. fashion a crown of adulation and sweet words. YOU WERE A QUEEN ONCE. WHERE IS YOUR KINGDOM NOW?
ind. prv. sel. SUSAN PEVENSIE. penned by KAT.
#GENTLECROWN
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tyrellian knee is bent: softly curls do touch brow as roseate lips melt against the hand that embodies all sovereign beauty. the formality of the gesture, however, is broken by the flirtatiousness, both tender and charming, in the gold-bejeweled eyes that meet with those of his queen: ❝ your grace ❞
SHE IS SPRINGTIME INCARNATE : a burst of riotous beauty, flowering radiantly. there are roses in her cheeks to match the blooms woven in amongst her golden crown; a look of SWEET GRACE. but her chin is lifted. REGAL. blue eyes studying with barely concealed curiosity, a slender hand is held aloft as in custom. the gentle kiss bestowed against her skin is lovely enough, but it is the EYES which meet hers that bring a catch to susan’s breath. her own lips part ever so slightly, her gaze transfixed, and she finds herself smiling. ❝ YOU MAY rise, ser. ❞