this bitch is gonna burn

The queen was straight down to buisness, her gaze hardening as Dione would speak of her son's softness. Dione didn't blame her, if someone came to her with news such as this the green woman would have probably taken their life or at least tried to maim them but instead Cataleya would ask Dione to explain herself. For a moment the green woman would pause before sighing as if she didn't intend to totally screw her old boss over. But mostly it was gut feelings that ached in her stomach, looks or body language she had picked up on as of late. "The good queen is one to take whatshe desires despite the conciquences. Her son is not. He hides behind neutrality, not wishing to stir the pot or upset anyone. He does not boast his alliance with you like a true ally should, instead he avoids the topic. He does not want slaves, he not only took the rank of slave master from but but wiped it from the ranks completely. Instead of seeking greatness he slums around with weak women, playing with puppies rather then training..." Dione would say, her list flowing easily off her tongue. If the queen wanted more she could give more, speak of the fact that Dione wanted to raise her children one way only to have him desire to not to raise them alone. Bastard... And yet. After this, after she went home she would go back to Valentines boarders to speak to Mercy, to play nice with Valentine and preach peace. Yes. She would be the serpent here...