it's in your blood and it's in your making

She could have dived deeply into the what ifs of life all day, but none of it would help her. What could have been could only hurt the real and true Empress, so she turned to a smile, and lighthearted touch. This was the way things were to be between them, princess and her bodyguard. Deathbelle sunk back to the ground, reining herself in and counting the blessings and fortunes she was bestowed. There was much to want for, but there was much she already had.

The hitch in her heart could be ignored.

She listened as he spoke of his two sons, boys to be proud of despite their flaws. Deathbelle nodded slightly, ”They compliment each other then. Maybe they can learn from one another someday.” She offered to him hopefully, wondering about Venom. She revered the Warlord, but she didn’t have the same love for her subjects as Deathbelle did. Venom wasn’t her grandfather, but she was nowhere near her mother either. ”As long as they are loyal to their Empress.” Be it her or Venom.