“well by the love of god––” she started –– fake surprise, mock laughter. “you look different when you’re not covered in blood. i can actually tell where you begin and where you end.” her lace fan closed with a sharp, crisp snap as she brought it over to her lips to cover the sinister smile of a devil who had the face of an angel. “although i’m not too sure that you look any better one way or another.” she was always said to be spiteful, a MONSTER, they called her, little did they know that a damned flower princess wouldn’t be able to survive in the woods. and she never did mind that. petranka took a seat across the crown prince. “i would extend my best wishes to you and say that i’m praying for your speedy recovery but i would be lying.” blue eyes sweeping across the other’s features. “you look a little pale,” she said, but her cruel smile did not speak of any kinds of concern. ❪ @crownbind ❫
