Let Them Look beads a whisper that drags me

a whisper that drags me closer

To wear it is to call upon the ancient currents

The stones settle into themselves

just enough to cling

calling not with words

Let Them Look beads a whisper that drags meThe princess fastens the necklace herself. No attendants tonight. No second opinions. Just the soft click of metal and the weight settling where it should, deliberate and exact. She adjusts it once not out of doubt, but precision. The chains fall in careful lines, each one catching the light differently as she moves. Downstairs, theyre already waiting. She knows the rhythm of it the pause when she enters, the way conversations falter just slightly