Game Of Thrones.

N/A · 09-15-2014, 12:43 PM

Ah, such wicked embrace, the entrancement of two alabaster Queens venting among one another as if planning for war. They probably were, considering the conditions were crucial in Sinister's eyes, and yet she so gravely wished to rule with an iron fist. Having hounds bow at her feet, too kiss the ground that she walks on, treat her as if she were a sent here by the Devil himself.

Oh, sweet, sweet triumph, how she missed it so. To be on top of the world sounded marvelous, then again she couldn't help but wonder if this dame beside her dreamed of the same thing. The two would be Empresses together, and thus create an Empire not a pack. Even the mere thought could get her adrenaline start to pump, the stakes were high at this point and Sinister knew exactly what she wanted.. Power..

Now the Demon queen spoke her thoughts. "Does Anzhelika dream of power? To rule a Kingdom, an Empire? If so, then thou should speak now or forever hold thy peace. For, I, have dreamed of such things, such genesis. To have that much power and authority, oh how superior I vow to become."

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