No one rejects the queen.
I checked twice, but it was helpless, I knew that nothing would change that “No”. I had sent my truest feelings to the one who was supposed to keep and answer them with the right word, the only one that I’d accept. And I checked it again, eyes passing through the ink in the paper looking for the mistake. Lips opened, voice escaping in a soft sound of comprehension. Yes, there was something clearly wrong, but in my own sword, too clean to this story.