'Bout to start a fire

The captives were quiet, and held the Empress’s attention.The she wolf was in rough shape, and the yearling seemed as though he desperately wished he could do something about his situation. There was no escape though. With her brow raised Deathbelle’s lilac gaze didn’t leave them as her niece spoke up. The capture seemed unusual, she hadn’t fought them at all and Deathbelle made a note to praise Recluse and her crafty nature when they were alone.

Mismatched ears swiveled as the girl whispered what she wanted to hear in her ear. No matter what use they wound up being Ashen would become richer for Recluse’s actions. She remained silent for a long moment, taking in the sad state of the two captives.”Yes, I’ll take the poor souls under my wing.” She offered graciously, to Recluse and the vagabonds. While she preferred to be adored by her subjects, owned or free, that relationship was a hard one to build when trust was already broken. Hopefully they would be profitable sooner rather than later.

”Have Venom help you with them.” The young heir needed practice. She was inexperienced, but already Belle could see the differences in the way they would rule. She wondered absently what Ashen would look like when her daughter took the throne. ”Good work, Recluse.”