#barbiethread031

“hey - it’s - can i - can i stay with you? you said when - when things went wrong zahra that i was always welcome, but-” natasja sighs, her eyes a little shifty. she was left than twenty-four hours off an intense interrogation and she didn’t want to be left alone with her thoughts. “i understand if the kids are here if you don’t want me... around them, with everything going on,” she looks at the ground, not willing to admit any level of involvement with anyone, “but - it was easier, when it was me and you and omari all sharing. i don’t - it’s stupid, i just... miss it.” 

“barbie, can i steal you away for a second?” the look on her face didn’t leave a lot of room for questioning, something was wrong. natasja would never interrupt a conversation with a reigning monarch if things hadn’t just gone entirely to shit, “sorry, it’s - it’s important, unfortunately.”