Court Portraits – Moments of No Return

She is not fleeing.
She is not begging.
She is not on her knees.

The cloak upon her shoulders is the Cloak of Unwritten Endings
The scroll in her hand is not a prayer, but a record.

The Queen walks forward. Measured. Deliberate.

Carrying the weight of everything she has already lost and the clarity of what will no longer be tolerated.

Those who mistook her silence for surrender will find their names pressed into ink. Those who mistook her laughter for safety will hear the echo of it differently now.

The Queen in motion, not in retreat but in reckoning.

This was the moment of internal clarity, the turning point of severance. No more explaining, no more bargaining, no more audience for those who mistook her silence as submission.

The scroll symbolizes record, not plea.
The cloak shields not from cold, but from the weight of endings yet unwritten.

Bunny walks with her.
And the Court, for the first time, feels the quiet terror of inventory taken.