I was a queen once.

We are supposed to be open minded, to be knowledgeable and wise in our decision making. I have yet to master such a trait though i feel as if sometimes, i know things i shouldn’t quite know yet. From birth i would know what things were like that a rock was a rock and the color that scatters the sky is blue. I knew these things before being taught such things. Then again, there were things i did not truly know of and i could not even gasp. I knew why i felt as shy as i did in these moments though my composure would not give away my feelings. I almost feel as if i am not allowed to feel the twirl inside my stomach when he looks at me. I feel as if i am not allowed to choose my fate. And i also feel as if it is wrong, for i belong to another. But that feeling comes from deep within, the soul of the queen that has picked me to be her host.

But i will say that there was something i did not know of.

He goes quiet before me, unable to answer my question and i can feel my features threatening to reveal the sadness that attempts to squeeze through. So i am none of these things? The world is far more beautiful than i and i knew this, but something inside me had at least hoped he would be willing to convince me otherwise. I have growing to do, i have maturing to do, i merely a child in this land of old, an ancient foreign child that does not belong. Interestingly enough, i feel alien standing next to him. His other voice speaks, telling him things, feeling things, explaining things and i am almost jealous. The old one in me was always silent, barely there, barely existing leaving me in a fit of confusion and silent want.

This is when i should take my leave.

A smooth voice breaks through my ears and i lift my head in a start, eyes darting to his sides to see who holds this voice only, it is him again. So there were more than one? In my confusion i almost miss the words that fall from his mouth. Head...over...heels… i heard that right? But i do not compare to the stars, or the flowers, or butterflies. I am Elowen. A simple little thing. A female voice takes her turn now and my ears perk. It sounds so strange coming from him, a light girl voice singing though his muscular body remains the same. I cannot help it, it sounds so strange to my ears i giggle, the sound flooding from my lips as i tilt my head. My composure breaks for a moment and i sit upright, my giggles subsiding as i peer at him curiously. His features change with each voice, growls and eye rolling and smiles, it all belongs to one of the voices. I am intrigued, the queen in me taking note of this encounter for future stories.

“pardon me,” i break in gently, paw lifting almost to touch at him but resisting and falling back to the earth. “i am sorry to interrupt, but may i speak with Orb?” i inquire politely, i have questions and i would much rather ask him, besides, it would not a lie that although i was amused by the others, i preferred his company