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The Throne\\Closed - Goldentresses

Tia was enjoying some down time, in her room beneath the sheets instead of ever-watchful on the Tres Tower’s balcony. Nothing — well, nothing really notable — had happened as of late, and to be honest, the Queen preferred it that way. Few Skirmishes, few appearances by the quincy.

Even the Quinto wasn’t making much of a stir.

Halibel was pleased with the notion things may be winding down into something more manageable. Something more stable upon which Hueco Mundo could truly build it’s future. Tib lay curled on his stomach and she stroked his head, listening to him chitter in his sleep.

Things were finally looking up…

…save one annoyance that prickled at the back of her mind here and there. The arrival of the “prince”. The newest “threat” to her throne. Halibel narrowed her eyes at the mere thought of him, and if summoned, she shark felt his spiritual pressure shortly afterwards.

He was heard — bold and uninvited. By the sound of things, not even attempting to be stealthy.

The Queen vacated her bed, leaving a very disgruntled sharklet in her wake, descending the staircase quickly. How dare he trespass so knowingly and carelessly? As soon as she caught sight of him, the Queen spoke, not even giving him the time.

"You’re trespassing.”

The young male had finished pouring some hot tea into the second cup when he felt someone approaching the lobby. He looked up and gave off a happy smile when he saw her descending the staircase. 

"Ah! Miss Tia!"

His happy smile stopped for a moment when she spoke out, simply stating already that she did not want him here. He gave a slightly timid smile and looked over to the side. His hand scratched the side of his head as he spoke out.

"Um. Yeah. I'm sorry for coming in unannounced. I just thought that, as royals we should sit down and have a small chat over some tea. I don't want any kind of tension between us. You seem like a nice person, I don't want someone like that mad at me."

That happy smile of his once more surfaced. He moved behind his cart and pushed it more towards the middle of the lobby and took out two small, collapsible chairs from its large bottom compartment for the both of them to sit in.

As he set them up, he sat in one and pushed a cup of tea towards her, where the other chair would be. Where he hoped she would decide to sit.

"Here. Come have some tea with me."

He was persistent as he was naive.

The Lionessa’s ear caught a voice, it was timid but not too difficilt to hear given the dead air that surrounded the current atmosphere. Again she fixed her vision on the figure, still at a distance. What was he doing. Who pushes around a cart, was he homeless? She hoped he wasn’ t about to retrieve some weapon in some futile attempt but no, it was…. a tea set? He’s delirious, great.

"Are you speaking to me?"

"Y-yes!" 

He spoke out, trying to put some more confidence in his voice. It was still obvious just how nervous he was, however. The male took the teapot, filled with fresh tea and poured some into one of the cups. With a timid smile, he took the tea cup and held it out for the female to take.

"Would y-you like some?"

Slowly, she turns behind her, noting the presence but no more acknowledging it than she would a small hollow-lizard in the vastness of the desert.

Freezes the moment he's noticed. He stayed completely still like a deer in the headlights for a few moments before he slowly reached in his cart and pulled out a tray of tea cups and a pot. "T-tea..?"

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