Heart thumps loudly in its place and it is not from the caffeine, and it is felt and vibrates throughout Alexandria’s body like how the drums blare in festivals. She keeps on walking, hopes with all her might that the bystanders were not paying attention to her, but instead to the people she’s walking alongside, as they stride across the throne room.
She swears to God that she has never been attracted to a woman– ever.
But it seems that her heart is the most honest part of her, and it sure is making itself known. Beating relentlessly like an undeniable evidence that Alexandria’s carrying within herself, in her chest.
The culprit of course was a certain woman with eyes like the forest and jet-black hair similar to ink. Sat on the throne, head up high like she was born to sit there and t
