Fickle Women
11-07-2014, 10:50 AM
She would take back a throne, that much she'd decided, but whether that would be done with force or if she'd simply have another handed to her- she wasn't sure. She had leaned towards force, truly she wanted to make the north a power-hold for Armada's. The things she wanted the North to become... well, they were a bit extreme. The silvery queen speaks again, and Roman listens carefully. Though she doesn't view Cataleya as an enemy, she also has no reason to view her as a friend. They'd been allies once, and perhaps that was the only reason Roman bothered to pursue further conversation. "Congratulations. She'd note softly before speaking. "I do not currently hold a crown, but rest assured- it will not be long until I sit upon my throne again." She smirked slightly. "It is not in my blood to be a mere commoner, something I feel we have in common?"
Roman heard her words. She knew that surely Cataleya could scent that she wasn't in a pack, which made her comment all the more interesting. "Aye. Politics are nothing more than a burden, but I'm sure you can also agree that powerful beings seem to be always be drawn to roles that demand them." She spoke almost cynically, but her words were truthful. It was a note, perhaps that Roman herself was drawn to power. Perhaps that was simply in her blood. |