As Steven pushes forward, he momentarily becomes the Rose Queen's entire world. Nothing else going on strikes her as relevant - not the frantic signalling or attempts at distraction. Not the sound of Tyki and Feathers destroying her vine barriers. All she sees is Steven.
She closes the distance between them, putting her sabers into the earth at her sides. She comes down onto a knee, so that she can better look at him - he's different than he was in Portland. There's more than the human and faeish blood she's familiar with.
She puts her hands on his face, taking in what she sees with fond red eyes. He wants to see her, he said. She hadn't imagined he would ever come to her on his own.
"Steven," she says softly, and in that moment her love seems real. "My child."
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As Steven pushes forward, he momentarily becomes the Rose Queen's entire world. Nothing else going on strikes her as relevant - not the frantic signalling or attempts at distraction. Not the sound of Tyki and Feathers destroying her vine barriers. All she sees is Steven.
She closes the distance between them, putting her sabers into the earth at her sides. She comes down onto a knee, so that she can better look at him - he's different than he was in Portland. There's more than the human and faeish blood she's familiar with.
She puts her hands on his face, taking in what she sees with fond red eyes. He wants to see her, he said. She hadn't imagined he would ever come to her on his own.
"Steven," she says softly, and in that moment her love seems real. "My child."