PIPPA HATES THESE SORT OF GATHERINGS . charming as she is , moments like these are where the deception hangs heavily on her shoulders . watching a couple be joined should be a beautiful thing , and yet she can only think of her farce . in the gloom of her thoughts , she loses track of anja . it is a co-dependent bond that the two share , she relies on the queen’s comfort just as she relies on philippa.
delicate hands wringing together , she searches amongst a sea of heads , feeling a bit like a child who has lost her mother in a crowd . small of stature , she keeps her gaze upward , trying to spot the glint of a crown , or a familiar , distinctive head of hair . in her haste , she makes contact with another figure . and , upon realizing their identity , her heart STOPS .
eyes widen with something akin to terror , the slightest tinge of sadness turning tight lips . she dips her head , as if to avoid being seen. “ apologies , my lord ,” she murmurs , pulling her skirts up with her hand , before trying to push herself through the fray and away from heartache that could very well turn catastrophic .
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