Dawn.
The queen lay on the scarecrows chest
and watched the morninglight spread through transparent curtains,
his one arm around her, clutching her naked shoulder and her hand,
his other arm draped around the rest of her, his hand on her head,
softly caressing her with featherlike fingers,
his nose in her hair, snuffling gently.
Right then and there she realised it was worth it.
It is all worth it.
She fell asleep with a smile.
