@wishngs // 🏹
❛ Alright, here goes.... ❜ she gulps, the knot at her throat forming beyond her control, Her grip tightened on the crimson, forbidden fruit. Her lips quivered despite her determination to maintain a grip to her pride as she opened her mouth. She'd forgotten what had driven her to volunteer tasting every apple they came across on their way to the younger princess' cottage; perhaps it was the fear in the young maiden's eyes once an apple tree came into view. Perhaps it was a natural instinct for the young archeress to protect her. Regardless, she braced herself to be poisoned, as one does, and took a big bite of the apple. She waited. And waited. Then, blinked. Oh. She wasn't dead. A relieved laugh disguised as declaration of heroism, she straightened her posture. Flashing a confident grin, she reassured the younger princess. ❛ See, wee lassie ? Nothin' tae worry your bonnie wee head aboot ! ❜ her hand squeezes the latters' tightly, a display of unconditional support.
