let the ravens gather
Now was not the time, so not the time. He was already dealing with threats within his kingdom he did not need some stranger thinking they could wrestle it away from him! The male was positively fuming when he marched upon the battlefield; ears already pulled back, hackles already raised. A growl rumbled in his throat as he approached, a vaguely familiar black form clearly outlined even in the dark. The woman that had held ebony after Raisa?
His rage flared, spurred on by annoyance. As far as he had been aware the woman had renounced her throne willingly so how was it should could be so desperate to take his? Oh of course. His niece. Damn his compliancy, damn his willingness to allow her to make her own mistakes, how ignorant of him to think she would learn from them. Gods above, of course he would have to pay for what she had done. He seemed to find his voice then, just as he moved so that he was standing before her.
?What sort of leader takes revenge by doing the same thing she seeks redemption for?? There was no kindness in his voice, only anger, only judgement. ?My niece made her mistakes and even now she pays for them! What she did hurt the children, that much was not hard to miss, but what you do will hurt countless more.? His thoughts briefly flashed towards his children, Vrigil's pups. His heart was pounding, ready to break free from his chest and sock the woman in the eye if it could. ?We attempted to right our wrongs! You-? He laughed then suddenly struck by the irony of the situation. ?You are no hero, all I see before me is a pitiful woman to blinded to see that she has become the villain.? He spoke those words with a venom. ?If you step down now you might be redeemed.?
