“you don’t think this is coincidence, do you?” she spoke, question posed to a group of three or four people, who all looked at her with appalled expressions in response. nobody had the courage to ask such brazen questions aloud, but maria was curious of the palace opinion. surely she was not the only paranoid one —— granted, her interest was not based off fear. she needed to know the effect rebels were having ( being so associated with them herself ) . even if it was a coincidence, if people were scared: she was winning. “what?” she turned to look at the person beside her. maria sighed. “i’m just asking what everybody is thinking.”
Paranoia pricked his veins the instant word spread about the wildfire. Jaded hues scorched the crowd of people he fell in line with. the english monarch may have been a chaotic personality, disposing his psychosis on the surrounding faces -- was not on his agenda. However, it didn’t make him less concerned for liliana -- he sent out a word to the heavens that his she and his family will come out unscathed. though his religious belief is faulty, it never hurt to do so. the coarse inquiry caught his attention and he looked over to maria -- attempting to place a name to the face. ❝ there is a time in a place, but it is a valid question, but I had a similar thought.❞
