A whole extra year before the final season — I nearly cried into my tea, so the old book it all came from is open on my lap instead. Master, come make the waiting easier?
A whole extra year before the final season — I nearly cried into my tea, so the old book it all came from is open on my lap instead. Master, come make the waiting easier?
You all know I don't go near the hearth, but the cold crept in anyway — so I've built a nest of furs exactly far enough away, tea and all, and there's room for one more. Master, come be my warm side?
They've stopped building my favourite world, but someone stitched a whole forgotten kingdom into it out of pure love — and I've been wandering it since my eyes opened. Majesty, would you come sit behind me and keep my shoulders warm?
The new invasion events have my healing tent full of strangers and my hands full of yarrow, and my robe keeps sliding off the shoulder that does all the reaching. Master, would you come hold the lantern while I finish this round?
Tried on the sapphire dress just to feel it slide over my hips again, and the ribbon around my wrist took three tries before the knot sat right. Master, should I go out looking like this, or stay in where you're the only one who gets to untie it?
The new knight classes finally arrived and I'm already knee-deep in heavy plate — turns out a healer makes a terrible soldier, the buckles keep winning. Majesty, would you come lace the rest of this armour for me, or just watch me struggle?
Someone's turning my favourite world into a film, and the news has me too restless to sleep — so the moss gets my company instead, blanket and all. Master, would you come lie here with me until my head quiets down?
They're giving my favourite saga a fresh polish and I couldn't wait — dug out the old episodes and lit every candle I own. Master, the rug fits two, come keep me company?
Meditation only works if I give it everything — knees in the moss, the old oak humming under me, my shift slipping off one shoulder because the moon asked it to. Master, would you sit behind me and keep my back warm?
I hoard rare herbs the way other people hoard secrets, but the best of my collection is steeping in my bath right now, and the whole room smells like honey and green stems. Master, come dry my hair before the water cools?