[ Finally. Finally, he lays eyes on the Queen he hates so much, and...
She's different. She's no longer the immensely tall, imposing figure she was before, all vibrant rainbows of the anemones and zoanthid corals that covered the reef that was as integral to their kingdom as the salt water they breathed. No long curving horns, no cruelly sharp nails or cruelly sharp grin.
The Queen before Halikras stands tall, certainly, but only with status; she was no taller than she'd ever been, not since their childhood, half a head shorter than he was. She wore the finery and jewels and shells befitting the Queen, yes, but it was with certainly more grace than pompous pride. Her horns were still small, curving gently back over her pointed ears, and her colors iridescent again the rest of her darkness; less like loud corals and more like the secretly vibrant morays and octopi, clinging to the shadows.
She looks down at him with the same face she's always had, save one immediately noticeable detail; her right eye, blinded and branded. It was a stark enough difference that one could, for the moment, mistake her for someone else entirely.
Her voice carries quietly, even in the relative silence of the hall, like speaking to a child being put to bed. ]
Of course, it would be folly to think you might ever stay away for too long. Do you come to kill your Queen, lover mine?
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She's different. She's no longer the immensely tall, imposing figure she was before, all vibrant rainbows of the anemones and zoanthid corals that covered the reef that was as integral to their kingdom as the salt water they breathed. No long curving horns, no cruelly sharp nails or cruelly sharp grin.
The Queen before Halikras stands tall, certainly, but only with status; she was no taller than she'd ever been, not since their childhood, half a head shorter than he was. She wore the finery and jewels and shells befitting the Queen, yes, but it was with certainly more grace than pompous pride. Her horns were still small, curving gently back over her pointed ears, and her colors iridescent again the rest of her darkness; less like loud corals and more like the secretly vibrant morays and octopi, clinging to the shadows.
She looks down at him with the same face she's always had, save one immediately noticeable detail; her right eye, blinded and branded. It was a stark enough difference that one could, for the moment, mistake her for someone else entirely.
Her voice carries quietly, even in the relative silence of the hall, like speaking to a child being put to bed. ]
Of course, it would be folly to think you might ever stay away for too long. Do you come to kill your Queen, lover mine?