Tighten Your Grip

*Raisa* · 02-12-2014, 07:07 PM

His words were smooth, even if she had no way to know their sincerity. He addressed her as a Queen which, while thrilling, seemed to be a happy accident. He jogged nothing in her memory, and she was certain that anyone from her old life would have been branded in her memory. No, the title was simply a term of endearment. "My Name is Raisa Xanilov, of the Ebony Throne," she said simply. It was not a frequent occurrence, these days, to add her complete title in her introduction. When she had first come to Alacritis Koros had had to give her full title out to every Rogue that crossed their path, but now it seemed strange to give it at all. Queen of the Ebony Throne, first daughter and heir to house Xanilov, etcetera etcetera were all names she'd been born into, but they seemed so much less important than the titles she had made for herself thus far. Slowly but surely, she was changing. "And what is it that brings you here, if I might ask?" The pungent odor was nigh intolerable, but the plumes of steam were visible from far off. Unless you were meeting with someone, there seemed little reason to linger.

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