Queen of the Castle

Briar smiled as her father assured her that all he could ask for was for her to be happy, her ears folding back with a bit of child-like embarrassment and a giggle as he leaned down to kiss her on the brow. If all he wanted was for her to be happy then he'd never have to worry. Being the Queen of The Hallows was certainly a lot of work and responsibility, but she had already known it would be. Growing up watching him care for the Armada was a good lesson in that. It did make her feel like she had a lot to live up to in that regard, but hopefully she would make him proud as she continued to get her feet under her as a leader.

However, when she questioned him about how he and her mother were doing, his answer felt a bit like he was dodging it in his assurances that everything fine. She frowned a little and gave him a doubtful look. She didn't doubt that him and the Armada would be going for a long time still. The pack had been a fixture for far longer than she was even alive to see, but that wasn't what she was asking about. The fact that he didn't say anything about her mother didn't slip past her either. In truth, she didn't know her mother all that well, but on her last trip home she had seen her a bit and she couldn't remember a huge improvement from when she had spoken to her shortly after her return. "I'm not worried about the packs... Are you sure everything is okay? Is there anything I can help with? Or if you just need to talk about anything I can just listen."

"Briar Fatalis"