as her gaze remained on the text in her grasp, the words of
whom intruded on her study registered, acknowledgement
noted in the swift abandonment of the literature in her grasp.
she was the monarch who plagued her land with an eternal
winter, destroying the balmy summer & presumably the trust
of her people. but her subjects embraced her as the
acceptance of her magic was granted from the one whom
she cared for most. it was the surrounding lands that
remained wary of her - Camelot to be the most prominent figure.
❝ if you seek the Queen of Arendelle, then yes. ❞
It had been bold of him to approach her in this manner. Certainly
there was no other servant about foolish enough to intrude upon
this land's Queen. Certainly not servant here, much less one from
elsewhere entirely. Merlin had never been your average servant,
though. Magic aside, he had his quirks, which admittedly came off
as rude. He hadn't meant it in this case and as if to make up for
what he had already done, the boy bowed his head slightly.
"My apologies, I had not meant to intrude.
Well ... Well, I had, but ..." He trailed off
and shut his mouth, wincing to himself.