If You'd Let Me Clean Your Wounds

When Queen Angella called Adora into her office alone, she expected to be in some sort of trouble. She expected a lecture, a disappointed glare, maybe yelling. She expected strict words and a stricter tone. She expected to feel shame and guilt during and afterwards. What she didn’t expect was this. She didn’t expect Angella to envelop her in a warm hug the moment she walked in. What she didn’t expect was to inexplicably start sobbing into Angella’s shoulder at the sudden display of affection. What she didn’t expect was for Angella’s calming voice to assure her that she had nothing to apologize for or be afraid of when Adora started apologizing profusely for her tears. What she really didn’t expect was what came next.