I Will Keep You Going

Perhaps she had been distant, but absent was something that Epiphron was not. Had her wolves not known that she had been recovering from childbirth? Though an official announcement had not been given, it had been a well-known fact. And yet even she would not deny that the pair had been quite reclusive, wracked with guilty and foreboding for whatever might lay ahead of Seracia, they had not yet failed their Kingdom.

And as the call rang out across the lands, Epiphron Adravendi-Mathias would not hesitate to answer it, despite her suboptimal condition. Though her belly was still rather distended and her health was not at all perfect, this was a meeting she was unwilling to ignore. She knew her newborns would be taken care of by Quintus, and they had fed recently enough; she trusted them to sleep for a few hours before she returned.

It was not in her character to bow and grovel before anyone, even a woman she respected. And so quietly she would approach the gathering, coming to recline beside Maverick in silence. Power was something she craved and cherished, but she would not deny her husband's own wishes. Nor would she deny that they had been somewhat not present as of late -- and so Loccian would step in and assert her power over the Kingdom, and Epiphron would remain silent, her face unreadable and placid.