revenge is a dish best served cold

Venom was well aware this day would someday come. There had been a long stretch, but then again revenge was never swift. She easily recalled the feeling of loss when Winterfell descended upon them. She had been weak and very newly instated into her position of Empress. This rematch would be much different. She knew what the call was for when she heard her husband’s voice ring out over the territory. She adorned her armor and left the palace with Anko and Poison in tow.

Most of the raiding party was already gathered by the time the Empress arrived. She didn’t hesitate to make her way to Hattori’s side, but her sunset gaze fell on each one gathered so far. Ashen was an impressive force compared to the day she took the throne. It had been too long since their Empress had fought along beside them, but she did not regret the absence for the reward. Soon her own children would be old enough to raid alongside them. For now they would take that pack’s more experienced warriors and show Winterfell the error of their ways.