Mumma please

As her husband began to speak her eyes would dart up to him. When it came to her making their boy a slave her eyes closed and turned away, her brow furrowing with a flash of anger.

As he started in with how she was Queen and had the right to make decisions she looked back at him, hopeful but a flash of righteous anger came sparking back as he went on about how she had pushed Citadel into a corner.

"What was I to do, Bas? How can I be your queen if I don't have the physical strength to back up my decisions like you do? Especially in the face of Citadel? How else was I supposed to teach him what it takes to run a pack and the costs at stake here? I-" She was about to continue but he finished with how it was done now and what they wanted to do about it.

Her breath still heaved at her chest, her cheeks red as she huffed.
Her energy quickly sapped away as the silence stretched out. Her son had fought her. She didn't know what else to do. Her other son left with them, on better terms but still... gone.

She was still stuck on what she could have done differently. Why did it turn out this way? What had she done wrong to veer Citadel so far away from them? Did she not pay attention enough? Did she snap at him too much?

She sighed. Trying to wrangle her mind into the task of what next was impossible when it kept looping the image of her son running away.

"I don't know." Her voice broke in the silence. For once Ignita was at a loss. She had no ideas, she had agony rending her heart into pieces. What could they do next? She leaned against the wall.

"speech" & "speech"