COUNTING STARS

It was always to be a big ask; to have Isardis attend a meeting that was not called upon by himself, but by another. It never had really bothered him to rush to the summoning cries of his family, to offer them his arms and curl his parental craving for them about four smaller feet. Alas, when the crown of his daughter now outweighed his own, he would ensure that he took his time; waltzing almost carelessly, as if to convince himself the summon was not for him, but for the lesser?s of the world. That he would attend purely through his own decision and influenced by no other.

He had much to say, little did he know his mind no longer controlled this pack; no, but to the former King, Glaciem would forever and always be the product of himself. It would forever be his, even when the glowing rubies of a golden crown rest now upon the skull of his daughter. Encased by the magnificence of her own blood, Athena was forever a sight to behold; ankles now baring the sun-kissed gift of the Armada?s, jewellery to represent their genetic wealth. The dark loops that had found their place beneath her duo-toned gaze were enough to lure ones gape to rest only where it should, or rather, only where royalty should.

And yet she was not alone, atop her pedestal it seemed Vereux stood, whether he were invited or not was forever to be another question. And yet, their closeness suggested something far more, something that screamed of lust and power, even when the boy had never really seemed to be the male strength of the litter. What she saw in him? Isardis was not wholly sure, and yet in the same moment he would wish for no other man to stand by his daughter?s side. The Armada?s blood was pure, and through their coupling choices Athena and Vereux would stand to deliver even more concentrated power to the family through their own future offspring.

He shifted, toes coming to halt beneath a body that though no longer was in its prime, were still bursting with vigour untameable. He would not approach his Queen, but rather watch in a rotation of interest, giving her a taste of his respect for her; of all she had to look forward to. He still had much he wanted to discuss with her, for though Glaciem were now her own, there was no denying the albino were to still crave some form of power, some form of hold upon the future of her pack. Drashiel seemed to arrive barely moments before him, and though the boy held a fondness within his heart, Isardis had no other desire than to contain his attentions to the Queen? silently, eerily.