Battle of royalty

Ignita kept her breath even and steady as she walked with her husband to the black sands of the cove. Soft, glittering, coarse. Rougher than the fine gold sands of her birthplace. She sat beside him, her affectionate expression tempered as she watched each determined child come forward and listen to the rules of the challenge. They all displayed a readiness that honestly surprised her! Pride welled within her as she looked from son to daughter, to son. My, they have grown so much already.

"No matter what happens today or in the future, I am proud of each of you. Do your best and you'll be all the more prepared for next time." She said warmly to them. Her gaze would settle on each one for a moment, savoring the image of her babies as they were just now.

"Jamie"||"Iskandor"||"Odette"||"Citadel"||"Selene"||"Balrog"||"Ignita"||"Basilisk"