#regincula

[regincula-blog]

THE QUEEN                                                          HER PET SERVANT

[remnaent-a-blog]

regincula replied to your post

oh lordy don’t get ambushed by a super ghost monster ;;

if u could tell ur grimm to chill for a hot second while i fix my fireplace, i’d much appreciate it ♡

[soulbvrden]

“Sometimes when I'm in heaven, I get forgetful of the Earth.” // @regincula

( song. )

[tyriannical]

"It's fine--this is *fine.*" It's not fine at all.

     tyrian watches salem, eyes wide as she speaks but not interrupting. after a moment, the hunter steps forward. “y-your grace–might i be of any help? you seem… worried.”

[tyriannical]

“I will never let you go.”

SOFT STARTERS.

     he looks up at her with wide, reverent eyes, more than happy prostrate before her. he feels as if he might  c r y  simply from her presence, simply from how sweet and wonderful those words are. tyrian smiles. “i would ask nothing else of you, my lady…” he whispers.

[nightmarebcrn-archives]

"Mercury," her voice was declarative and singular, "I want to apologize for miss Belladonna's *deformities.* The pools of grimm are extremely unpredictable and volatile."

Unprompted

Awe-stricken wonder resonated in Mercury's dark eyes as he regarded his Queen. At once he dropped to his knee and dropped his gaze; such was befitting of her knight.

"Your apology honors me, but it isn't necessary, Your Grace. She is as beautiful now as she ever was--all by your generosity."

[plcyersandpieces]

"Stand, girl--you are no use to me in that pool there."

Blake didn’t know how long she’d been in that pool.  She didn’t even really remember how she got there, beyond by Her Grace’s will.  But if truth was to be told, she didn’t need to know.  She didn’t care, now.  Her Grace called, and Blake would obey.

Twin, bladed tendrils shot out from the pool to dig into the shoreline.  Slowly, she rose from the black ichor, her red eyes taking in new sights, her ears swiveling to take in new sounds.  She sniffed the air, tasted it, felt the currents in the wind.  But one presence commanded her attention, and once she wrenched those blades free, she knelt before Her.

“I am yours to command, my Queen,” she said, her head bowed and ears folded back. “What is it you wish of me?”