The voice would pull her towards the border. It seemed that more and more had been finding their way to Arcanum as of late. Much to her surprise, her husband would beat her there. The two males faced off, the silver Queen arriving in time to catch the end of the strangers words. Lips curled in a sneer, a throaty chuckle slipping from her dark lips. She sought to come up on Kylar left, pressing her shoulder against him as she moved. "Bravery is a dangerous thing." She would murmur, her voice deceptively soft and sweet. He had made demands of her husband, one that would not be met with kindness. It had not gone unnoticed that her mate was dangerously unstable once again, teetering on the edge, though he had yet to explain why. Coral pools rested on strange man, a brow lifting in vague amusement. If what he had said was true, then whispers of her rule were slowly spreading across Alacritis. Perfect....
