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The woman had respect for royal blood but what really made the Armada family so pure? Their fair genes? Their hues of blues. Just because they have a line of Albinos does not mean they are better. Albinism is actually a defect, it is an imperfection. In reality Isardis is below Six, yet this was no reality. This was life. This was the game of thrones, the game of sexes, the game of life. Everyone was superior in their mind. Everyone had an issue with something or some sort of complex. It was a drama haven. I was horrid yet Six thrived on it. She was superior. She was a warrior, proven. She was capable. Yet, Isardis doubted her. The girl would show them. When she takes down the red King, she will show them all..

Purple eyes stared into the mans as he turned to face her. His fur was a lovely shade of deep blue mixed with whites. His eyes were a bright green that popped. He reminded her of Ky, her favorite member of the Armada family. A boy with potential. A boy with problems and issues. They shared a moment together, first injury then a meal. They grew close and she liked it. But, this man was not that boy. He was much older and stronger. An Armada, she could tell, but different, she could sense. The girl heard his reply and she dipped her head into a polite nod. "Greetings, I am Six of Glaciem. Who are you?" The woman tilted her head with curiosity.


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