i'm your only nephew >:|

Deathbelle lounged in the shade of the changing heart shaped leaves above her. The redbuds reminded her of a time that hadn’t been revisited in too long. She was seated near here, the last night that she spent with Archon. The thought easily tightened her throat as she suppressed the feelings welling inside. Everything had been so much different at that moment. When he fell… Belle looked behind her, she couldn’t see the volcano but she could feel its looming presence. A heavy sigh left her lips as she denied reality for a moment and shared a moment with her memories.

How different would life be if Archon ruled beside her all this time? Would she still be on her throne instead of a glorified thrall for her niece? Not that she would ever act as though she was ungrateful, being able to support Recluse gave her a purpose. A purpose she should focus on lest she sink into sorrow again.

Deathbelle lifted herself from the forest flower and shok out her charcoal and ivory coat. There was always work to be done, especially with Winter right around the corner.