IMAGINE LIVING LIKE A KING SOMEDAY

THANK YOU SEREN ♥


Silently she awaited the verdict, digits idly flexing and dulled nails kneading the earth while the sovereign contemplated her given task, a sly grin manifesting upon her countenance before the offer was given. In return, a smirk draped across her own facial features at the realization that she was being gifted with the second-most prestigious title in the pack; surely the serpent queen knew exactly how to entice the pallid wraith who craved a seat of authority. She would oblige the snake?s request without hesitance and would play the role of a diplomatic beta even if under temporary circumstances ? the desire to prove her worth to the other wench undeniable. I would be a fool to refuse such a generous offer, she admitted, her tones confident with acceptance. Now that she had pledged her allegiance to the black sovereign and had earned a rank to accompany it, she felt it necessary to mention a topic of importance that had escaped her thoughts until then: her newborn whelps, secured in a den-site with their sire miles away. Oh, she added abruptly, attempting to captivate the woman?s attention upon herself. There is something you should know, my queen: I am not alone. I share the company of three whelps, perhaps a month old. They are not needed to bear the Amenti title as I do, for I know caring for them is a burden, especially if I were to place their care in the pack?s hands. I am capable of caring for them myself, and I can move them closer to the packlands in about a month?s time else they risk dying. Until then, I must travel there? But if you call on me, I will come. Perhaps the baggage of her whelps would prove to be an issue to the dark queen, but the effeminate babe could only hope Medusa would be understanding. After all, her whelps meant the world and then some to her, for they were her keys to success in the long run.