a roll of her neck, blue eyes settling heavily onto the woman before her. ( g o d help anyone who disrespects the king. ) crimson lips curl into a grin before she shifts to stand, hand absently tossing her cane aside before she climbs up, knee resting against the seat as she whistles before calling out. ❝ haaaaarley. . BABY. ❞
the harlequin comes quickly at his missus’s command, leaving without apology his latest dance partner ( whoever that was, he stopped counting after the last few ) to attend to the QUEEN’S side. pale fingers tangle in the curtains, a giddy giggle escaping harley’s lips as he gave a playful wink.
