A polished shopfront ended the performance.
The queen caught her own reflection in the glass and stopped dead. The image staring back at her told a tale of pure terror.
Isveth walked into the same reflection a step later.
Silence.
"Myrasyn." Isveth's voice went very quiet. "How long have we been walking through the capital looking like this?"
"Since the gate."
"And you didn't think to check?"
"I thought I looked fine!" The queen's hiss could have cut glass. "You didn't say anything either!"
"I was looking at you all night! I got used to it!"
"So did I!"
They stared at each other, then at the window, then at the gathering crowd of elven citizens who had been watching their queen parade through the capital looking like she'd slept through a hurricane.
Then their eyes found Quinlan.
"Why did you say nothing…?" Myrasyn muttered, dissatisfied.
Quinlan shrugged in response. "You two look cute."
"C-cute?!" The duo shuddered in perfectly scandalized sync.
