So he saw the Queen. He had not yet seen the woman, which was certain to be far more interesting.
Rivers, if it please ye.He dipped his head. Blue eyes fell upon her named champion, but true attention stayed plainly fixed upon her.
Patience was not a typical virtue of the fae. For Rivers it remained a hard-won and somewhat poorly leashed skill. Particularly when his curiosity piqued.
So. If you were me, eh? Who say's I'm a bettin' man?
And what if you were you? (Oh, if only!)
3-3-3 || IC ≠ OOC || Fiction ≠ Reality
I welcome organic IC interactions and any twists, conflict, or drama that comes out of it!
My characters are unreliable narrators.




