Stewonnie
they were resting ever so gently in her sleeves. the weight as she moved pulled her arms down but she kept up the appearances. The king would not expect a simple serving girl to pull out a knife as she fed him his grapes.
neat. All she ever wanted was for the room to be neat. For the bookshelves to be lined straight and tall. The pens all in a holder; separate from the pencils, of course. Each picture frame full of ninety degree angles and evenly spaced.
everything was so far away down here. Time was warped and the universe ceased to exist. The only thing I could think of was how distant I was from help; how I couldn't pull them into thus. I had to concentrate.
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