Long Live the Queen [OPEN]
08-31-2014, 03:43 PM
Koros did not know where these strange wolves have come from, and he did not deign to ask. Their words gave him comfort, but... It was not enough. It would never be enough until he saw his Queen standing proud and healthy before her followers, as Koros knew it was always meant to be. He had to believe that. He clung to Raisa's birthright and her ability to rule like a life boat. She was the only heir, gods only knew what had become of her children. He had wondered if a more prudent creature would have abandoned her and taken up service with Valeriya, or with Sindri, or Svetlana. Surely they would be in need of guidance where as Raisa reacted to him only in the worst possible ways. Was it folly to remain? He shook his head, willing the thoughts to dislodge. "I have led several healers to her before," he said quietly, thinking of the rogues who had stumbled upon her, those who had claimed an ability to help. "She does not seem... present. Or at least not present enough to receive their ministrations. She will ingest no herbs, she will not speak, nor heed their instructions." To see her so feral, even now as she sat motionless in fear as a rabbit might freeze under a wolverine gaze, wounded him somewhere deep inside. "If you believe you can aid her I beg your help, but only with fair warning. She is prone to violence in her current... state," he finished quietly, haltingly. It hurt him to admit such things out loud. "Talk" "You" Think |
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