A queen fit for a kingdom. She was truly perfect, despite not being from Pthulu. If only her King really loved her. She was honestly fed up with the cold shoulders, the separate rooms, the silence. It was driving her mad. She needed a break sometimes, it was like walking on eggshells around Ink sometimes..

She rides her carriage into town, looking around at her people through the small windows. She wanted to go shopping that day with the money Ink had given her to leave him alone. he told her not to bother coming home until dinner, he “needed time alone.” When didn’t he have time alone?

She steps out of the carriage when she arrives at the shop, Guards watching her like a hawk as she steps inside; the sound of the doors bell ringing. She looks around with a delicate smile before she spots you, and her face dusts with a baby pink.