Whispers Of Unrest

Ely was grateful for her brother, he was her rock and always had been. Even now he held he didn’t put the blame on her for her missing children or the loss of her title. He was just here to support her. She took a couple deep breaths after her lengthy rant as Ze mulled over her words. But when his gaze met her own and those two words left his mouth she felt her fire reignited. We fight truer words had yet to be spoken between the Saxe siblings.

She nodded along as her brother spoke. Children were the future of their pack, their family. And her children were no different. They’d have to understand that they belong here, they were Saxe kids. And they needed to come home. Part of her felt… Relieved… though she wouldn’t admit that, when he said they wouldn’t be fighting with teeth and nails. Ely loved scald and modesty. And she didn’t particularly want it to come to that, but if her sultan ordered it, she’d have no choice. Family before all else.

“I agree, but maybe we should seek out uncle Rhazien first, he is far more level headed than our dear Sultan, and far better at politics. He knows how to talk to Sephrian better too” she mused.

“Today we plan, tomorrow we fight” she nodded.


"Ely & Ezekiel"