practically squealing and kicking and swinging her legs about, the queen cradles the bundle of joy in her arms as she settles down for the one hundredth time after many excited reactions to her new friend. after finding the little tot and cleaning up the poor, abandoned infant she quickly sent word to a servant to go fetch her trusted general. and she’s been giggling and playing with the baby ever since while waiting.
❛ ooo~ look at your little claws oh, poor thing. ❜ or at least, what’s left of the claws that did survive whatever the child went through. ❛ who would clip such things? ah, i’ll take good care of you. ❜