Nothing can come close

Deathbelle suffered through her grief as best she could, but she knew the loss of Archon was hitting much more heavily on her children. They were never far from her mind, they were getting bigger and growing fast. Her heart ached for the days where Archon held her close and their children were no bigger than beans at her side. The thought made her sigh heavily as cat clawed paws carried her through the red stained rocks. Her toes had finally ceased to cause her pain, and the claws were sharp and sheathed. There was no click against the stone at the sound of her claws, she was a silent stalker.

Her foot falls made no sound as she rounded the bend and saw Plague sleeping in the recess. Mismatched ears fell to her skull as she gazed at the poor boy. Ashen’s only Prince. He barely slept, no matter what she tried to do to help. Now that she could see his deep slumber she wasn’t sure she wanted to touch him.

The Empress couldn’t help herself and she slid in beside him, still able to curl her body around the boy’s small frame. She didn’t aim to wake him, her movements couldn’t have been more gentle as she settled in against the red stone.