expand the empire

"Hannibal." Cold edged voice sounded as she slipped from the shadows. She had heard it all, listening to them try to procure a plan to fix the mess that had been created. Ashen was too full of mud-blooded puppies now, and servants who were allowed to roam around and do as they wished as if they had never been servants at all. She fixed them with a hard stare, pitch black and rose red eyes daring them to challenge that. "He is the rightful heir to our fathers throne. As the first born son. he was the heir under our fathers rule, and it will remain that way."

Her gaze briefly cast over to Deathbelle, though she didn't show any of the disdain that had been breeding inside her for her half-sisters way of ruling. Turning her attention back to the group as a whole, she continued. "Deathbelle may have begun our ascent, but she is not the rightful heir," The priestess sat neatly, tail wrapping around her feet as she thought. Would they dare protest her word? Would the fanatic be prideful enough to challenge her word when he was the outsider? She had no care what Sirius had to say on the matter. She would not respect him as an equal, fighting skill be damned. Hannibal was who she respected most. And it was Hannibal's word that she would follow and obey.

"Alternatively we could siege as father did to expand our borders. But we've no enemies," (and Olympias hatred for Abraxas is icly unknown to them). "Although in retrospect, perhaps this should have been planned before the pack started having children left and right and bursting it at the seams." She added grumpily.

"Can you see me?"