Take that money, watch it burn
05-19-2014, 08:10 PM
Never had he planned the decision of his heir to be less than obvious. A man who had planned his life upon birth, and followed all steps through every week of the years he worked towards his goals; his heir was to be a strong male, a product of his queen? namely, Kuvio or Kyarst. And yet both were still so swollen with youth, two small boys who knew no more than the innocence of the territory they thrived within. Never could he have planned to name a daughter the new leader of Glaciem, and yet here he was; desperate within a critical state of boredom, his interest in his own life and pack wavering. It thrilled him to take a gamble, he wanted to see if she would crumble or thrive, he wanted to know the truth within the children he had raised. He would nod, if not vaguely, ?You don?t spare a breath to question trespassers intent; judge their character from the moment you attain a visual. You will learn to judge intent, and judge it well; in the mean time, take no risks, all who you do not know are to be deemed foe.? He would take a step back, so tempted to speak more of what he wanted from her, and yet he would hope in that split second of spur, that she would already know. ?Train yourself Athena, hunt day and night; teach your body to swell and bulge with sinew, pull your ribs in beneath your lungs, teach your flesh to be versatile and train your mind to be a weapon. Run, swim, climb; don?t stop until your frame screams of a vigorous might, don?t cease your day until you believe your organs cannot take any more, and when you believe... push harder,? his voice began to pulsate with a seriousness that was so rarely seen, inspiration and determination pumped from cherry lips with every syllable he bled for his daughter. ?Command your siblings and people spar you, do not hold back until you know no men could tame your vigour, your determination. For if you lose Glaciem you lose all I have bled for, all our people have fought for,? final words would come like slicing blades of reality; they were a reassurance that he had made his decision, that now she would become his queen. ?Claim yourself the greatest Queen Glaciem has seen, undo Sendoa?s wrongs and reform a world of sanctuary, where respect and superiority commands. Where the enemy is still the enemy, and we trust only our blood and those who have proven themselves. No man shall leave unless he is useless; rebuild our forces and rebuild the Armada?s, but do not make me look feeble, do not slaughter our reputation- we do not lose!? in that moment, it was a threat, cold and vicious, his mind forgetting just for a moment that he was speaking with his daughter and not his nemesis. It was clear what he wanted, but could she do it? Would she sever all words of trust with their enemy, with Valhalla? And would she thrive? ![[Image: TgW7k5D.png]](http://i.imgur.com/TgW7k5D.png) |
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