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For several moments, Crystina ran her fingers through her son's hair, just as she did when he was younger. Instinctively, she started humming the same lullaby she had to soothe him when he fussed as a baby. She had done this so many times before, back when the Queen simply ignored them. Back...

She stayed silent for a few moments, her mind drifting over the time they had spent here. Her pride and joy- her life and light- the only thing that kept her grounded. She could imagine him as a toddler, eyes wide with fascination as he reached up to an orchid that had grown so tall he couldn't...

"Take that disgusting thing out of your mouth, Klarion," she said snidely. Her mood hadn't eased from the night prior and she hated cigarettes. And, besides, she didn't want cigarettes in her little slice of paradise. She continued on then in silence, her son at her side, until she came to the...

Crystina spent her morning like every other morning; a lady putting her hair in a perfectly coiffed chignon that sat at the base of her neck while she applied a touch of makeup before standing to dress. Today she dawned ruby silk, an off the shoulder gown while three strands of pearls formed a...

Crystina let out a derisive laugh at her son's comment. The last glass? Please, child. "I'll stop drinking wine the day I die, which," she looked to the Queen and King out of the corner of her eye, muttering only just so her son could hear him, "Could be any day if we aren't persuasive enough...

Crystina eyed the room around her. The shift in mood was palpable enough she swore that it could be cut with a knife. Gaze shifted and landed squarely on Berwin as he spoke up, trying to smooth everything over. She knew. She was part of the problem. Not entirely, because it took two to tango...

Crystina smiled warmly at the Crown Prince as he introduced himself, noticing another hovering behind the young man. She raised her glass ever so slightly to the Crown Prince, taking a sip before she answered. And just as she was about to, she saw a flurry of red velvet burst through the door...

“I would avoid the pumpernickel with your penchant for bread,” Crystina chimed in to the quiet man that approached the snack table she happened to be near. He wasn't a familiar face, so she assumed he was one of those visiting royals. Though she wouldn't know which one. And well, she couldn't...

Crystina gazed down at the silver goblet she held, observing the swirling cabernet that was freshly poured. She had situated herself a respectable distance from the King’s throne, but not so far she was to be mistaken as a guest. Her position was evident to any newcomer and reinforced for any...

"More or less," Reya said in response to the Avia as the mead was given to her, taking a sip. She fell silent, looking down at the goblet into the yellow gold liquid. She could faintly see the outline of her silhouette as she pondered the day. She had heard whisperings of darkness approaching...

A minute later, a woman appeared, the metal blade of her staff glinting in the dim tavern light. For a split second, the flames from the lamps and candles tavern glowed brighter with her appearance, announcing her arrival. They quickly died back down as she stepped further through the threshold...