Long May She Reign {Valdis}

[Valdis]

how come I never got used to the feeling of sleeping in a cage?
too long driving, too damn hungry; a tied-up hound but nothing stays

It can no longer be ignored. Valdis desperately tried to suppress her concern and distaste; she tried distracting herself by fawning over her daughter, but her pulse was far too hasten and her heartbeat was throbbing in her ears.

Dracarys was deposited in a secluded area, surrounded by a bed of leaves and saplings. It isn’t far from her, refusing to allow her newborn far from sight. As a first-time mother, she is overtly wary.
But her daughter needs not see the temper and fire rise in Valdis, not yet at least.

So, with her nestled away, Valdis slips through a knot of trees until Mary is found, dappled by the sunlight slanting through the canopy. She wants to be angry already, to funnel her sharpened tongue with accusation, but something – Maturity? Wisdom? – diverts her emotional path to cloak her in an eerie stoicism with only a slight edge to her voice. ”Mary,” her whore queen, she muses but never admits aloud. This, however, if confirmed, would quite possibly force her opinions to leak like poison across the forest.

A mild glance searches for the Queen’s child (little does she know that twins were delivered from her womb) before settling on her face again. ”I assume pregnancy treated you well?” That that she cares, truly. There had been no shouts, no screams, of agony or loss. Sylva, as always, is tranquil and quiet.

Her mouth opens again, to breach the subject that simmers beneath her calm surface, but then it shuts again in reconsideration, deciding to wait for a few moments longer.

 

Valdis

@[Mary]
I just went ahead and geared it toward after delivery because I failed at posting sooner. So sorry about that!