DEATHBEDS

The queen?s words in regard to losing a sibling causes dread to infiltrate her interior, partially on behalf of her sickly brother and the horrid prospect of his demise; and yet, she cannot help but be drawn to the thought of Ares. While he had not been vanquished from this earth, he had been lost to their vast differences and no longer sought an audience with their family--she had stripped him of the surname that had been bestowed upon him at birth as was her entitlement as the Elysius? self-proclaimed matriarch, and she could not help but wonder if it had been the wisest decision or simply a product of impulsivity. She could not dwell on such thoughts for long, however, as the queen took charge of the reins, leading her through the icy crypt in pursuit of her den. The paladin remained hot on the Armada?s heels, skull drooping in a subservient manner ( such a foreign concept indeed ) out of respect for the other?s authority within her kingdom, halting at the entrance to the queen?s den out of an unwillingness to overstep her boundaries. As the sovereign emerges from the den to drop a bundle of herbs at the phantom?s feet, the wraith immediately encases the package within powerful jaws, pupils flickering to meet with the woman?s celestial gaze as she speaks her piece. The woman is kind, and although such attributes typically aggravate the tyrant, she is enraptured by the queen for aiding her sibling on his path to recovery, and finds a genuine respect for the Armada circulating throughout her head. ?Do not hesitate to call upon me if you require anything, Roman,? she states, vocals muffled through the material held between her jaws. With a nod and halfhearted smile, the Elysius wraith pivots to exit the woman?s domain, determination to see her brother to recovery set within her gaze and purposeful stride.


? ? ? ? ? --- exeunt artemis