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I think I have some fluffy unsettling feelings that shouldn't be there for such a character, but slices of affection to us as a child? Plz- what is wrong with me and my mommy issues 😩 she fricking killed us just below this post i-
And, uh, sorry for barging with one more so soon, - I'm really intrigued for Scenario's 55 for The Queen and child!MC? :) It can be fluff with foreshadowing power dynamic (mc is tiny even for their age, let's say)
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Scenario, 55. Comparing hand sizes, then linking fingers together.
You're eight summers old when you're in The Queen's study. Sitting on the lush couch off to the side as she writes things you're not sure you understand.
You watch her as she scribbles with her quill. Her face shows no emotion, her hand quick at work.
"Mom," you squeak at her, your eyes watching as she stills.
She looks up at you, a smile blossoming over her face. "What is it dear?" she gently asks, placing her quill down on her desk.
"I'm bored." you pout, poking your bottom lip. You see her hide a snicker behind her hand. "Come here then," she waves you over, patting her knee. "Come sit in my lap."
You smile, quickly making your way over to her. Wobbling a little to the side as you rush to take place on her lap. She lifts you up, her hands cold under your arms as she settles you on her knee. "Better?" she asks you, her eyes shining.
You nod your head, eyeing the paper she was working on. You go to touch it, but she quickly grabs your hand, flipping it over so your palms are touching.
"Look at how tiny you are," she stage-whispers, looking at your hands. You stare at them too, seeing how yours is smaller than hers by a lot. Your fingers not even reaching hers yet. "You're just big," you laugh.
She laughs too, interlacing your fingers together; holding your hand tightly. "I am big, aren't I?" she bumps her shoulder into yours. "Remember, child, I will always be bigger, understand? No matter how old you may get, how tall you grow: I will always be the one by your side."
She squeezes your hand as she talks, and you wince at the pain. "Make sure to wear soft gloves, okay? Don't want you to freeze to death." She lets go of your hand, patting you on the head once before going back to work.
The next day, you wear gloves.
Thank you!!