A heavy heart

Carmozan Queen in colore

Tick Tock

Wretched girl...

Why couldn't she stay away?

Did she have to come back to torment her with that loud ticking?

How she had even managed to elude her husband's 'tricks' was a total mystery.

Then again, she seemed too fascinated with the workings of her own heart to just give it up.

Foolish human.

One day they're bound to realize how much better off you are without the burden of such nonsense.

They ought to take an example to her...

P.S. I'm back from my family trip now and next week the Halloween posts will start!

What's in a Heart?

How dreary are the ticks of this heart.

How excruciatingly dreadful.

Then again, she should know.

It was like looking at her own heart.

The one that was taken from her chest all those years ago.

How horrid it had been; the thought alone of having it in there made her sick and it had done so for as long as she could remember.

One like her has no need for such things.

Luckily her husband remedied her 'condition' as soon as he had appointed her as his spouse.

She supposed it was one of the perks of being queen.

And queens don't need a heart.

Not where they rule...

Now, what to do with this one?
It was rather intricate and twisted in its own way, with delicate cogs and strange rhythms.

Perhaps she should ask the king to have a look at it and work his wicked ways....