just like we discussed

She wasn’t sure what to think as Pestilence stuttered softly, as though she had never expected the answer she was given. For the very first time Deathbelle felt doubt in her powerful daughter. ”I don’t know.” The Empress tilted her head curiously, her unrest still bubbling as Pesto continued. Not friends if.. If what? What was going on deeper in her daughter’s mind. Maybe she wasn’t near as loyal to the crown as Belle thought she was. Maybe it was a mistake to let her go without more training, testing… It was too late now. ”You think Ashen and Fireside would not be friends were they to swear allegiance to the Empire? You see how close we are to the Armada, you wouldn’t want that with your pack?” Deathbelle’s voice hinted at the hurt she felt for the misunderstanding, and the renewed hurt she felt at the trail Pestilence actually wished to blaze. She sighed softly, suddenly very tired. Perhaps Pestilence would not carve out the greatness her lineage so demanded. Maybe that was why she was really leaving, to be rid of the pressure of her name. ”Do as you will.” She offered as her gaze shifted from Pesto’s features. She tried to hide her disappointments. ”You are not beholden to me any longer.” Her heart broke again as lavender eyes stole one final glance at Pestilence.