Dancing with The Beast.

*Argent* · 07-30-2014, 02:33 PM

There is another to answer the call, a silver-furred boy her mind names as Drashiel. Argent likes him well enough; he?s well-mannered, loyal, and perhaps the only way should could think better of the boy would be if he were her own son. Ears quirk, however, as her own daughter comes upon the scene. Argent hates that she will have to choose, hates that she cannot be with her daughter and Isardis at the same time, hates that her personality makes her such that she finds herself hardwired to serve the albino titan before her beautiful, silver-furred Queen.
She looks upon her, noting Athena?s disappointment. Argent understands; she wishes she could profess all her faults right now, but it is not appropriate. ?I want to speak with you later,? she tells her daughter quietly. She falls silent, however, as the King speaks. He speaks truth; Athena will need the space to grow her own Kingdom. It has been given to her, yes, but a true ruler forms of their own volition, after guidance has been revoked.

It doesn?t make the thought that she will be leaving her baby girl behind any easier. She feels a heavy lump in her throat, a twisting pain in the depths of her chest.
Ears quirk as the King grants Drashiel heir, a ruling that Argent supposes she could have predicted. Those who remain loyal and in favor will be blessed, after all. She nearly laughs at the thought; she is neither. Oh she can argue her loyalty, can tell Isardis all of her morality that she had betrayed for him, all the sacrifice she?d given for him, but he would only ever recall her one straying moment. Alas, she is shocked when he seeks to name her Queen, ruby gaze falling upon his, the look of confusion and perhaps hopefulness within her eyes. She is not na?ve enough to pretend this is a road back to where they had been, but she never expected to rule alongside him again.
She resists the urge to smirk in thought that once more, he had chosen her over Sendoa. That is something to rub in the steel woman?s face later; that the blue woman?s reign only lived when Argent?s died. Argent had ruled first, and only when she had disappeared and effectively forfeited her throne had Sendoa been able to claw into it. Now, however, it is in the hands of its rightful owner. There is no uncertainty in her eyes in her brief second of a glance, perhaps giving the King all he needs to know. She will accept, of course. How can she not? She would have accepted if he had asked any rank of her, such is her nature.

Liberty arrives, questioning the titan?s motivations. Argent shakes her head; she would not wish to see the desaturated woman with them, not when it would deprive their daughter of all her second-tier members. ?Whatever strikes his fancy, I would imagine,? the silver notes, this time permitting the smirk to come over her lips, as if there is some secret between them. There is nothing that isn?t obvious; a dark joke of the destruction that the pair of them can reap, and perhaps a brutal dig at the girl. You were but a fleeing fancy, girl. That is all any of us women are she thinks, as her gaze drips over a younger, albino child, wondering if this is yet another of her King?s children.

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