From the queen of England to the hounds of Hell

The faint crack of a limb beneath a sudden shift in weight was enough to stop the overseer in her tracks, azure eyes lifting upwards to see the silvery heiress climbing down from her perch. "Liberty!" The girl would call out to her, and she would remain where she was while waiting to see what Athena needed or wanted. She would trot toward the pair, Ramses amethyst eyes following her movements as Liberty's azure gaze went from him to the girl, aiming to align their mismatched stares. She would dip her head in response to the girls silent greeting, a feeble smile playing across her lips as she listened to her speak. "I wanted to thank you for stopping me from being with Vereux. It's hard to be away from him, but I know it is for the best and I appreciate you looking out for me. You and Eris both." Ramses would look from the girl to his mistress, his amethyst eyes growing wide as he stared up at her admiringly, proud to admit that she was his paramour. Liberty would not notice this though, as she kept her frigid and unwavering gaze locked on the heiress.

"You're welcome Athena. I know it is hard to be away from the ones you love, but we will find a cure to this, I know it. We are Glaciem women, an unstoppable force." She would say, hoping to give the girl some courage to keep her chin up and fight against this illness. "We need to act now. It seems like you, Eris, and myself are the only able bodied wolves left. Any suggestions on how to stop this?" She wanted to hear what the heir had brewed up before she suggested anything she had come up with, that way they could combine their ideas if necessary and go from there. Ramses would remain silent throughout this, keeping a close eye on their surroundings while dropping in on the conversation.

"Her Speech" "His Speech"
'thoughts'