fire or ice?

Venom had yet to decide if she wanted to take up the palace as her own residence or move. It was kind of pretentious, but it was also spacey. Perhaps with a remodel? Venom wasn’t sure so she hadn’t touched it hardly. Though her attention was easily grabbed by the man and his bouquet of flowers. She’d seen him here before, the one mauled by the bear. The one her mother had seemed to fancy, the one who’d disappeared and sent Deathbelle into another of her crazy spirals. Abraxas above, how had her mother ruled for so long?

”Yes.” She offered, though she wasn’t the wolf he was asking for. ”I’m afraid I’m not the one you’ve intended.” Venom stepped from the shadows of the forests beside the entrance of the palace. ”It’s been a while since you’ve been here. Deathbelle no longer rules.”