Tickle Me Pretty

*Raisa* · 01-12-2014, 10:13 AM

And no rivers and no lakes can put the fire out
I'm gonna raise the stakes, I'm gonna smoke you out

Raisa could not help but laugh at the man's response. He had a point, she had not asked, but it was no truly the place of a queen to do so, was it? She took in his name with a scrutinizing mind. Fugure Flamesong? It had a certain elegance, but she smirked; It was hardly that of ancient royalty, like hers. Raisa raised her brows, and turned to Koros, for her introduction. The small fox smiled and swelled with pride, honored as all his ancestors had been to serve the Ebony line. "You stand in the presence of Queen Raisa Xanilov, heir and Queen to the Ebony Throne, Nightmistress of the Xanilov Clan, and foremost daughter of Ailwyn of noble house Kaisin, first and last of her line." Raisa dropped into a slow, mocking bow. When she rose, she bore a sour, cynical grin on her face. "Isn't it impressive, all these pretty words? They do so much for me, you see, and I cherish them deeply." Sarcasm, cold and hard, dripped from her lips.

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