STAR-RIDDLED SKIES

aho, she is witty, her words reach him and he chuckles the sound breaking his stoic mask of neutrality, as it echoes around them. soft humor twinkles in his molten gaze, though it is perhaps indistinguishable from the fire that also burns within. "i'm not sure whether i should be delighted or offended that you think i'm a bad stalker." he muses aloud, his lips curling up in a mock snarl. her shoulders roll, and her head raises at his lingering comment, and his interest piques. a queen? "a queen? so you carry a crown loosely on your head to command subservient fools?" he questions, though there is no mocking to his tone, rather open curiosity. "or do you command an empire worth following?" he questions. he has seen many queens and kings fall- their crowns shattering a top their heads, as the jewels crash to the ground, and he cannot help but wonder if perhaps this queen is different- or if she is the same fools, they were.