A Regal Rendezvous
Closed Para || @theyoungergrimm
It was close. The sun had teased the horizon for nearly an hour, and the chilled air bit at the exposed skin of Maeve’s face. No doubt the flesh of her cheeks was stained pink from the cold. At least she’d look somewhat alive. Some would say the pallor of her features was frighteningly ghost-like, as she often resembled the snow itself. Luckily for her, the centuries of warring left her fairly unmarred; it was difficult to mark one who was as shapeless as herself, after all.
She wanted to appear presentable for the young Grimm Doctor. Not for any personal reason, but rather as an image of monarchical prowess; a crown of flowers and golden embellishments woven through her braided hair. Even if this was a secret meeting, she would let it be known that she was still a queen, and deserved such respect. She had faith that the younger Grimm would be courteous and cordial. After all, as the younger sibling of diplomatic relatives, personality was often the main factor in remaining out of your elder’s shadow. She knew that far too well, after all.
Even though she felt strength in the winter season and donned a fur lined robe, Maeve grew colder as the sun began to fade beyond the distance. She knew that humans often had difficulty with the concept of time, as it was a very fleeting thing to them, but Maeve knew that a man of great status would never be late, and yet...he may be pushing her patience. What remained, that is.
Her pointed ears perked up at the sound of leaves breaking under heavy footfalls. She inhaled deeply at the sound of an approaching creature while her hand hovered over the gilded dagger at her side. A sense of relief washed over her as the sharp scent of iron hit her nose, reassuring her that the other party had arrived. “Kind of you to show up, Doctor.” She mused teasingly, the words sliding past her lips in a silken voice full of mischief and intrigue.
