No one dares to call her mad, but their eyes follow the glow of her lantern after every battle, drifting past at hours in which no young queen should be wakeful.
She knows they whisper about her.
But her touch soothes, her presence cheers, and she thinks they would not whisper so if they really knew.
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ninetydegrees
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on 2010-01-25 09:50 pm (UTC)She knows they whisper about her.
But her touch soothes, her presence cheers, and she thinks they would not whisper so if they really knew.