If I Was A Flower
11-25-2013, 03:32 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-25-2013, 03:33 PM by Epiphron.)
Azalea was certainly not alone in dreading the birth of her children, but if only she knew just how different the two scenarios were. Quietly she would watch her niece with obvious interest. The warmth that shone in her eyes was genuine, so different from the facade of politeness that she bore around most of Seracia. A few of them had certainly earned her respect, but for the most part, much of her kindness was feigned -- though she had no ill intentions towards them; in her eyes she was not at all fake, but a rather effective Queen. Nothing like her sister, and nothing like her father, but she tried daily to live up to the legacy of Cairo. Her niece seemed as surprised as she, and a laugh would escape her lips, oblivious to the dark confessions that would leave Azalea's lips shortly. Slowly she would recline before her sister, briefly fighting the urge to lower herself to the ground and roll to her side. Nothing was very comfortable when children grew in your womb. Sapphire gaze would watch as her expression hardened, and her head would dip slightly as she waited. The news was overwhelming and she wondered idly why she had not questioned Syrinx further. But he had gone quickly, and she sighed as her niece spoke. "My brother visited me," she admitted. "But he has claimed the Amenti pack as his own, and he so kindly neglected to fill me in on what happened during the siege." If only Azalea had come first -- or even better, Chrysanthe. But she was not surprised that none of them had come. Tending to their wounded warriors and staying close by home was, for now, more important than bringing the news to the Kingdom of Seracia, even they were their closest ally. "Did Valhalla lose any warriors?" She knew Bronze and Themisto had been taken, but there had still been no sight of Pontifex. She could only hope he was recovering in Valhalla with the rest. "What do you mean, saving Gideon?" Her eyes grew curious, losing some of the warmth that had lingered in them upon first seeing her niece. What kind of trouble could she have gotten in by saving Gideon? And the next sentence, said far too casually, made her breath catch in her throat. "What do you mean, Az? Tell me they are not his children.." |
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