Mar 19, 2018
@miss-loonylove || continued.
Lucille looked back up, hearing the genuine warmth in the other woman’s voice. She reluctantly reached for the White Queen’s hand and shook it–it was warm to the touch, and Lucille realized that the pale queen smelled of vanilla and lavender. She attempted a warmer smile, though she still struggled, not knowing if she could trust the monarch.
Lucille chuckled grimly at her remark.
“Fear not, your Majesty. I mean you no harm.”
“Well that is quite the relief.” Mirana placed a hand over her chest with a smile, hoping to ease the other woman. “I am jesting by the way. It is not everyday I get visitors from the Overworld. It is quite a journey to make friends. Do you have many back where you are from?”
