Royals

N/A · 12-13-2013, 06:14 AM

No formal opinion had yet to be made of the Queen, though amethyst eyes would not leave the cobalt empress. Sendoa Armada met initial expectations of a Queen, in the way she moved and spoke, but she had a way to go to earn the full respect of the alabaster royalty. Outwardly it would seem that the ivory temptress would fully accept her father's chosen Queen, yet, Roman found herself wondering about the Queen the pack had lost. Why had that woman been chosen over Sendoa Armada? So many questions, yet she had no one who she felt, aside from her father, that could provide satisfying rebuttal to her inquiries. 'I only hope I am worthy of the title', Sendoa would speak, and Roman felt the flicker of a rare smile at the edge of her jaws. "My father seems to have complete faith in you, I'm sure you won't disappoint, Sendoa."

The Queen was searching for herbs, which Roman found interesting, because it seemed a job better suited to a healer. However, as she had never been expecting children, she assumed it was one of those things pending mothers liked to do for themselves. "Where would we begin? I must admit my experience in bearing children and herbs is rather... limited." She would speak with a slight chuckle, her violet orbs finally leaving the queens face. "I do not suppose there is an end to knowledge, however all of these grassy things smell the same to me. Never the less, what are we hunting?" Always the sarcastic one, she would speak with a slight whimsical tone, as she glanced around at the collection of herbs that grew. Dear God, how did one tell these plants apart. Perhaps she underestimated healers?

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