Gears and Cogs
Starter for @timexisahe It had been a few months since Iracebeth began stealing moments from her kingdom to spend them with the one who controlled them. Though she’d never willingly give away her crown, she did tire of the responsibilities now and then. Holding court, treaties, threatening mass destruction, it all weighed heavily on her already ponderous head. She felt so much more at ease in Time’s palace. For some reason, it comforted her that there was something beyond her control, that was not worth trying to seek.
Slipping through the clock once more, she closed her eyes and sighed as she felt the cool air on her face – a welcome change from the sticky heat of Salazen Grum. The queen wound her way towards the castle, across the clock hands which spanned caverns which she still preferred not to look down, and across the threshold. If the tell-tale sound of metal heels clacking against metal did not announce her presence, she was more than ready to do it herself. “Tick-Tock!” She called, not unkindly as she peered around what could generously be called a receiving room, “Where are you?”
