He spoke of her daughter. Immediately the world around her would still. Everything slipped away and all there was was him. Anger slipped away from her features, her face becoming eerily void of any emotion. She only heard half of what he had said. Cursed bloodline. Her grandkids would be made welcome. Something about what he expected from her. His defenses slide away, his crown lifting and tail curling high instead. But she stilled remained silent, her gaze fixed unseeingly on his face. Amarant. Family. Bastards. Basanti. The world doesn't revolve around her. Life or death. Children. His words would finally show some emotion, but it fell on deaf ears.
She would meet his gaze evenly, cooly. Something had snapped, fractured within her psyche. She found walls beginning to build steadily around her, going higher and higher until they were impenetrable. Steady breaths would fill her lungs, her sides rising and falling evenly. Ice spread through her veins, consuming her. Suddenly she was aware of how her brother felt when his little puppet had betrayed him. So angry he was numb. Silence surrounded her, a whole new level of cold blackening her heart. She found herself with the sudden inability to care. Taking a deep breath, she would speak. "Then by all means, bring them home." She would coo softly, words sickly sweet. Silver legs would begin to move, seeking to move her past him and away from him, her ultimate goal to leave him standing at the edge of the ravine alone.
