Anael.

Funny thing about 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍. . . It can go 𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺.

[Anael. @RegalConsort]

anael 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍.

of the fallen.
respectable businessman.
husband to 𝘵𝘩𝘦 Queen.
soldier turned family man.

[Anael. @RegalConsort]

⠀
⠀⠀⠀ wherever he is, she is always
welcome. this is known.
⠀

[Claire North @sheofthecrown]

⠀⠀⠀
oh. can she help?
numbers arent her thing, but still.
⠀⠀⠀

[Anael. @RegalConsort]

⠀
⠀⠀⠀ balancing the brothel books.
⠀

[Claire North @sheofthecrown]

⠀⠀⠀
where is @RegalConsort ?

[Anael. @RegalConsort]

|| abbie, is this what you want

[Anael. @RegalConsort]

@sheofthecrown Anael looked up from his desk, peering up at Claire from the ledger he was working from the brothel. They’d both been busy with their respective duties, but even the stress of governing didn’t wear on her.

“Your Grace,” was all he said, a small smirk toying at his lips.

[Anael. @RegalConsort]

His arms find their way around her waist.

“Incident at the brothel. But it’s handled now. Sorry to just disappear.”

[Claire North @sheofthecrown]

"My love,"
Wraps her arms around his neck.
"Where have you been?"

[Anael. @RegalConsort]

“My Queen.”

[Claire North @sheofthecrown]

Extreme heart eyes because husband.

[Anael. @RegalConsort]

Heart eyes because wife

[Claire North @sheofthecrown]

uwu

[Anael. @RegalConsort]

|| Blows dust off this account

[Anael. @RegalConsort]

@PainfulWriting He offered a small, forced smile.

“Maybe I should close it down.”

It wasn’t doing well, and he didn’t need the business like he used to. He didn’t want to put his employees out of a job but, he was beginning to wonder how worth it it was.

[Anael. @RegalConsort]

@PainfulWriting “No one faults you for that. It’s better that they’re safe, shielded from this. We’ll get them back, Claire.”

Even if it cost him his life, though he wouldn’t tell her that. She would have her life back.

[Anael. @RegalConsort]

@PainfulWriting He conjures the postcard into his hands and holds it out to her.

“I wish they were here but understand the need for them to be gone.”

[Anael. @RegalConsort]

@PainfulWriting “You are the boss, so whatever you like. Marie sent us a postcard. I’m not sure your sisters are ‘kid’ people. Quite fussy.”

[Anael. @RegalConsort]

@PainfulWriting reason. He’d never go that far again.

“We’ll make it because we have no other choice.”

[Anael. @RegalConsort]

@PainfulWriting “It’s okay to be scared. I’d be more worried if you weren’t.”

Anael wrapped his arms around her and laid his head on hers. The whole situation was shitty, and now he had to worry about keeping the warrior in his chest from breaking through. He ran away from that life for a —

[Anael. @RegalConsort]

@WoundedFeather Text;

Their things are packed. Hopefully this situation is only temporary.

[Anael. @RegalConsort]

@WoundedFeather Text;

I’m with her. It’s war, Marie. You have to take them. We don’t trust anyone else.

[Anael. @RegalConsort]

@WoundedFeather Text;

It’s not safe for them to be here.