Put That Thing Back Where It Came From Or So Help Me

Deathbelle returned Valdis greeting with her own nod as the woman began speaking. The boy’s training was interrupted by her daughter and they were very far from where Ashen now took up residence. She kept her eyes on Valdis for the moment, being so far from home wasn’t good and she didn’t like that her daughter found herself roaming so easily. When the Legion woman spoke the second verse the Empress felt her gaze suddenly jump to her young daughter. Her heart stopped and she could hardly believe what the woman was saying.

”She didn’t.” Deathbelle wasn’t calling Valdis a liar, her gaze was hard and her brows furrowed into a frown as she looked over the girl. Her guilt was nearly palpable as she stood with her head hung low. Belle returned her gaze back to Valdis, owing her no explanation but would give it anyway. ”My husband was killed by the eruption,” Her voice grew low as she looked to Pesto again and let the sorrow she still felt hint in her voice. ”He was not thrown in.” Deathbelle relived the moment over and over again in her thoughts and nightmares. Knowing Pestilence could lie about one of the most terrible moments of her mother’s life…

”I’ll think on your proposal.” She ended, speaking about the potential to continue fostering a friendship between the two. ”My daughter and I have some conversations to have first.” Her eyes were back on Pestilence at that point. ”Thank you, Valdis for bringing her back to me. If you have anything you need help with, Pestilence will be glad to offer her labor.” With a couple of confident strides Deathbelle moved to stand beside the tall princess and usher her back into the pack.