Dancing with The Beast.

Her heart was laced in gold; pure, and yet she felt broken. All the placid babe had wanted was for her freedom and the happiness of Drashiel, but it'd seem she just couldn't win either way. Instead, it looked as though she had lost both options; for she was now a puppet, her limbs attached to strings for his command. Her bones ached, though as soon as the call rang out her delicate body would lift from the earthen floor, following swiftly behind the russet and grey brute. What was going on? though she dared not speak, preferring for the small gathering to do all of the talking. Her ruby gaze would flick to each individual, until falling on Isardis. So it was true, he had finally come to his senses and got himself another throne? For a brief moment a smile would touch her thin lips, though still it was curiosity that led her on. She would sit silently behind Drashiel, listening to the kings speech. A heir, had the youth proven himself worthy above all of the other bloods? She knew Drashiel was an excellent fighter but perhaps in her wavering absence she had yet to see of his true capabilities, for there must be a fire within him that Isardis quickly caught. Though alas S'alkries gaze would drop upon Argent, the fallen queen who had finally risen back up it seemed. What happened to Sendoa? When Sal came to Glaciem, it had been the Merle queen that sat upon the throne. the placid babe would quickly look away, wishing to not seem as though she was staring, but the story of how Argent fell was still a mystery to the girl, and it only made her want to know more.