Poker face, she whispers in her mind.
Fingers twist, intertwining with each other anxiously.
Both her and the newly acclaimed Praetor on her right and searching for heads of blonde hair.
Why is she this excited? She should not be this excited.
These feelings were completely contradicting the past months, where all she had done was pound into herself the idea that she needed to get over him.
Thoughts abruptly stop when she sees him. Rays of sunlight glint his hair golden.
He's there. Not even twenty feet away.
Donned in a purple toga.
A purple toga.
He remembers. He remem-
His hand is intertwined with another girls.
Oh.
Her face falls. Mouth drops slightly. Eyes close, and when they re-open, they are franticly searching for a new focus point.
They settle on the ground.
It's like a punch that hits her, forcefully in the chest. She was not expecting this.
Reyna doesn't like surprises.
Poker Face, she reminds herself.
A gulp slides its way down her throat. Mouth snaps shut. Eyes re-focus on the original subject, but without the gleam that had been present merely a minute ago. This time her face is masked, wiped clean of any hurt or heartbreak she may be feeling.
But outside appearances are not always indicators to inside emotions.
Oh.
She keeps repeating in her head, as if the realization of the fact that he doesn't need her like she needs him refuses to sink in.
She holds her head high, chin slightly angled and jaw set firmly.
A queen does not crumble