he lingers at the edge of confidence between dual rulers; both tsar and tsarina shielding a confidential pregnancy from their war-torn worlds. often, his mouth quirks — how do they elude the other, where both possess the knowledge they strain to secrete between them ? but there’s little challenge in harboring secrets with one of his unscrupulous occupation. unless, of course, the tsarina perishes on his watch.
the morning has proved not to be the imperial majesty’s comrade; her ivory flesh has grown pallid and perspired ( yet lacks the ability to negate her extravagant beauty ). his gait remains languid as to not outpace her — how long will she spend evading her husband’s calculated presence today ? he averts a verdant gaze, expects the earth’s meadows will soon be stained by putrid sickness. ❛ if you find yourself sick again, i’d appreciate it if you avoided my boots. ❜
✥ STARTER . // @gloriovs
