bornoficeandsnow:

                            ”Your hair doesn’t —” she halted herself from finishing a childish retort. “You. Begone, I don’t wish for your company, and I’m quite fine to be alone.”

“Suit yourself,” he said with a shrug, walking towards the door. Studying the material it was made of, a question itched at the back of his mind. He turned back to the queen persistently. “How did you make all this, anyway?”