Getting By-Lothaire

She is so precious, and she is so focused. Adorning her husband?s wishes with the most apparent form of respect. Obedience. Her light vocals call for her family, as she dances across the Earth, ah, yes, the Bellator?s have risen to power yet again, and the woman only wishes to bless her family with more of their numbers, and yet, she finds herself having fallen. Her husband is gone, his scent cleansed from the lands, and Lothair, his brother, assumes his position. Assumes her. Takes her as though she is his, and while her darling is away, she may not protest. She is a follower. Her body offered unto the males of the Bellator when he is not there to lay claim to her.

Ready to take them to this home that she so longs to be within? she summons him, Lothair, to tell of the plans that have been made, and she only prays that as he comes it will be to honor his brother?s wishes. The evening sun has faded and she is faced with the pulls of night, like a lover grasps her partner, her nails press into the earth, clamping the dirt in wonderment. Will she come to regret calling forth the man called Lothair? Will he set aside his fumes? She knows little of what to expect, and for those reasons, she is cautious.


Speech!