cola with the burnt-out taste

She sneered when she Baldur 'greeted' her. Such a heartfelt greeting. Well it wasn't exactly like she loved him either, but she had always been the misfit of her family. She only liked one of her family members, she could tolerate about two. She was closest to her sister, but they weren't exactly best friends. But the person she hated the most had to be Weth. She hated that stuck-up, idiotic, weak piece of shit that passed for a Hr??vitnisd?ttir. She turned her attention to Baldur, Well it's lovely to see you as well brother... and you... sister. she said the words without emotion, not quite robotic, but just like she could not care less. "That is disgusting. What on earth are you doing with a rotting deer carcass?. don't tell me you intend to eat that." She glared at the horrid piece of rotting flesh. On this rare occasion, I have to agree with Baldur. I do not want such filth anywhere near me. she lifted her chin a little, making her stance more regal. Such things should not be near a queen like her. She was a queen, but she needed a throne. A throne on which she commanded armies, a mighty kingdom, loyal to her, and her only. Her slaves, they would kneel before her. Tremble in her might.