White Wings
05-26-2022, 09:29 AM
Pleione watched the great queen watch her, picking her apart with analytical eyes, judging whether what was left of her was worth rehabilitating. Exhausted, even so she stilled her tremble, standing regally poised and ready, feet braced in the dirt and tail loose and low. She refused to be a burden, or worse, a victim. The only title fitting for her now was ‘survivor.’ Fury would spur her forward, pride burning in her core. She would live. Her heart jumped and turned in her chest at the Empress’- her Empress’ next words. First elation and then disgust gripped her. Peasant? But that was only temporary. It wasn’t fair. She knew she should be standing where Venom was, but at the same time, knew that it was only Venom’s mercy that granted her survival. There was no intention or even idea of an intention to overthrow her, but at the same time she couldn’t help but be jealous. It should be her, these or some other borders should be her borders. She should own the world. No. She had left that behind with her dead home and her dead island. The reputation of her father would do nothing for her here. Rather than fight the jealousy she let it fill her and heat her frigid bones. Pleione only needed time, and not a long time, and she was sure- she would prove herself. She would be Venom’s finest weapon and warrior, no peasant. Bowing her head and shoulders, nose nearly to the dirt, she said, “Thank you, my lady Empress. You won't regret this.” -FIN- |