She’s been told about her, told in the anxious look Judas gets whenever she’s mentioned, told in Jesus’ soft smile whenever her name stirs in his mouth. And so when she finally sees her, it’s like an itch in her veins has finally been soothed.
She thinks about her in clouds, fogging up her mind. She gets what she wants, and if what she wants is this woman’s lips against her neck, than that is what she shall have. That’s what she tells herself. She is a princess, and her pride outweighs her fear.
And when Mary’s face is next to hers, that outweighs everything.