Let the Reign Begin

Roman smiled slightly as the youngest wolf present spoke. A chuckle left her as she spoke. "Your grandfather has many children and grandchildren, many that I do not know. The Armada family is vast." She smiled slightly and mentally labeled the young wolf as- spitfire. "Who is your father?" She asked softly, curiosity lining her tone- with a glance at the girls mother. Or whom she assumed to be her mother. Something about this child was eerily familiar. She seemed defiant, and something about that interested Roman. The girl introduced herself as Vesta and Roman nodded slightly committing her name to memory. And so the Queen waits to see if the child has any more questions for her, and Roman wonders if she's passed her initial test?