tidalwave
10-12-2013, 11:46 AM
And so the fight would end, and her stomach would twist and turn into knots as she watched her queen fall. She had been victorious before, but not even the greatest queen could hold her ground alone for long. Isardis was a strong opponent, and the fact that Chrysanthe had lasted this long made her proud. She knew the king would not stop until she was his, but now that he had won, what would he do now? Would he still proceed with war? Or would he take her and leave Valhalla alone? She doubted he would let this go, she could already see the hatred he felt toward all of Valhalla. What was she to do now? Prisoner or not she would never fight for Glaciem, especially not against Valhalla. She would rather die than do that. She was frozen despite the anger she felt bubbling within her core. She wanted so badly to run to Chrysanthe and rip the ghosts face from his bone, but she knew she couldn't do that. As much as she hated it she would have to go with them. For now she would lean against her father, burying her face into the scruff on his neck. She would not cry, no, she would be strong- but for now she would curl up in his embrace for this may be the last time she could do so. "I'm sorry daddy. I should have listened to you.." Was all she could mutter as she closed her eyes shut. If only she had died instead of her mother. She could defend Valhalla better than she ever could. |