Whispers Of Unrest

Ely was a disgrace and her perfect world was crumbling all around her. She was failing as a mother and she had failed as a saxe. She didn’t want to show her face anymore. She was spiraling and couldn’t stop it. She’d lost her rank to some Random new comer who wasn’t even a saxe. And her cousin, her sultan was starting to have a group of officials that weren’t family because of her failure.

And her children had left her gone to their father now. For there was no way scald would have come here to steal them away without them seeking him out first. And that was another failure on her part. She’d neglected her lover, neglected her children.

She paced the den she’d given birth in, her little heaven on the border of Syndicate lands. No one came here looking for her anymore, not since she’d moved her children back into her shared den with Ezekiel. The anger rolled off of her as she paced back and forth. She was angry and displaced, a terrible thing for the saxe to be. She was unraveling… slowly.


"Ely & Ezekiel"