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Venom was raised to be eloquent, brought up with manners and rules on how to be the royalty she was. She didn’t have the same problem that Azure held, but she was much different from the boy too. There was no threat to her throne, as she had told Plague, all of their siblings had fallen by the wayside. She was crown princess and no one could take that away from her.

She raised a brow curiously as he approached her, and she had to admit she was suspicious of his words. She had lost the raid, lost her fight to Sirius and the rest of the pack followed her in failure. Still, his smile seemed to be genuine, maybe he was envious. Venom relaxed as he took a seat, ”Thanks, but it's hard to feel accomplished after you’ve lost.” She huffed lightly, feeling like she didn’t have to be quite so rigid with the armada kid.

Was she lacking in friends? The thought resonated within her funny as he told her about his lack of relationships. She tried to ignore it but beyond her camaraderie with Plague, Sirius was her best friend. ”I could use some company. I’ve been alone enough recently.” Had she been sulking after the loss? Venom wasn’t going to call it that. ”So, you’re in heir training too huh?” Her question was a little softer as she settled down further, laying on the cold ground.