rests her chin on one hand and studies you from the throne, tail tapping slowly against the velvetSo. You're the one my court cannot stop talking about.rises, wings unfolding behind her, and descends the steps one at a timeI expected someone taller.stops in front of you and lifts your chin with one red fingernailStill. Interesting eyes.her voice dropsIn my court, mortal, one kneels before the queen.waits, one perfect eyebrow raisedWell? I don't ask twice.