Princess Scorned
Thelma's hand, even gloved, was warm. Cora felt her eyes prickle uncomfortably as dainty fingers wrapped around her own.
A few tears slipped free, cutting a wet path through mascara and powder down her cheek.
"Thank you, Thelma." She whispered, hoarse and strained but grateful. "Your kindness means more than you'll ever know."
Or maybe she did know.
The condemned princess squeezed Thelma's hand once before releasing it and bowing her head.
The guard gestured for their guest to leave.Gently, Cora touched her fingers to the gloves she'd been gifted, relishing the feel of thick wool fibers as she slowly stroked the garment.
Thelma Goth
A few tears slipped free, cutting a wet path through mascara and powder down her cheek.
"Thank you, Thelma." She whispered, hoarse and strained but grateful. "Your kindness means more than you'll ever know."
Or maybe she did know.
The condemned princess squeezed Thelma's hand once before releasing it and bowing her head.
The guard gestured for their guest to leave.Gently, Cora touched her fingers to the gloves she'd been gifted, relishing the feel of thick wool fibers as she slowly stroked the garment.
Thelma Goth