One Day At A Time

The king was wise and understanding, though she felt like he couldn't relate. She wouldn't discredit the sanctuary he gave her or the words he had in turn for her. But she didn't believe he could fully understand what she had been through.

Not even when he mentioned his Queens. Reila was almost dead inside. She couldn't get close to those around her because she could be fighting them in a few months time. On the ship it was every man, or woman, for themselves. She was void of any external emotion, it would take time to unearth any part of that. Atlas had made her a good actress but that was not who she was right now. She was as raw as she could allow at this time for the king.

"I will consider your offer." She smiled with a little bit of a joking but true tone. Her paw patted down at the bison pelt he had brought for the room, gaze flicking back up to him, "Not to dismiss you, but do you have anymore questions?"

"Reila"