Ave Maria

Deathbelle’s pale brows rose slightly as she didn’t go without noticing Toxicity’s nervousness. The Empress was still caught up in her talk with Pestilence, she hoped Tox wouldn’t also be telling her she wanted to leave Ashen’s borders. Keeping three of her yearlings would be a blessing, but her heart hurt to have to let them go after such a difficult first year of life. When the young girl’s words did come Deathbelle was taken aback. She was quiet for a long moment as her lilac eyes lingered on the sigil that meant so much to her.

”Please, Toxicity.” She said softly as she closed the rest of the distance between herself and her daughter and offered a gentle nuzzle of affection at her dark cheek. She couldn’t have dwelt long on her husband’s death, she had an Empire to run, and the thought of him was still so easy to make her heart feel as though it was breaking. She had to look the part of strong Empress, but sometimes she felt like a doll made of china.