It had taken Esti a while, but she was back. She was finally back home. The willows greeted her in shushed voices, her followers wondering where she had been. Sickness. Esti still smelled of it, and the lands of Valhalla. Dusk had failed to protect her against the offender with bloody eyes, and then the same curse fell upon her. She had been sick for some time and in that time, she had thinned out. Where was her knight? Why hadn't he protected her? No, she wasn't a real princess, so is that why she became sick? Was it because of her lies? Of course not, such things as fate and luck didn't exist. Each being created it's own past, and crime went just as unpunished as good deeds went rewarded. Each and every wolf would suffer at some point, just as each would laugh at another, and in the end, they would all die. That's why it didn't matter.
As long as Esti could say she was a princess, who was to deny her? No one, because labels only had the power that masses gave them. Alone, a prince or princess was no different than an omega. Everyone seemed to forget that though, and blindly trust anyone in power. If that was the case, then Esti had the words that held power, and so, in her own way, she was a princess; the princess of words.
In her terra, where she truly did reign, Esti padded ahead, following the scent of her follower. The darkness surrounded her, her markings giving her an odd, half hidden look. It wasn't long before she finally found her Dusk, but when she did, she no longer knew how to feel. Was she angry for him letting her get sick? Did it even matter? Her eyes aimed to meet his dead on as she approached. She would respond purely on how he decided to, hoping for something of an apology, or a worried greeting, even a submission would be nice, something to make her feel less forgotten and more like the princess she tried to believe she was."Speech"
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