SHE'S MY GRAVEYARD BABY, SHE'S MY . . .

Her anger began to get the best of her. How could she have let this happen? How could Amberbjorne? She grit her teeth together as she paced with Vladimir beside her. Phobus she had probably in pain still from his many blows of asskicking from Helius and Vladimir. She was angry, she wanted him dead, as she was sure so did Hawthorne and Dawnshire. How could they allow such a piece of trash among themselves, and then agree to let him be a suitor for another royal family?

She stopped pacing, her blood red eyes turning to cast pure hatred and anger on the man. "If you try to run, Phobus, I will tear you limb from limb and suck your veins dry my f u c k i n g self." She hissed, venom lacing from her lips. She turned her head to the sky, a smirk crossing her lips before she looked to the defiler. "You're going to be put on trial, to face your actions with real consequences - In front of your mother and father, in front of your pack, in front of your family. You will be a f u c k i n g joke, put up for everyone to see and watch you suffer at my hand." She spat. Her anger seething as she nodded to her father and uncle who stood just under the thrones edge to keep her prisoner captive.

"You have not one, not two, but three witnesses and a victim to your crimes against Hawthorne. And for what, because a girl didn't like you back? So you forced yourself on her?!" She began to yell, standing over top of the bloodied man. "Your trial will be short lived, and your head will be sent home with your mother as a wedding present from our family to yours." She growled, pacing once more. "All because a girl didn't like you back, you're certainly a victim aren't you?"

She muttered under her breath some as she paced before taking one last look at him. A smile graced her lips. "Phobus of Amberbjorne. You have committed acts of crime on Hawthorne, defiled a Princess on her wedding night, assaulted her in wounds that will take long for her to heal both mentally and physically, and thus by have committed a war act on Hawthorne. I will not stand for it, and should your family try and plea for you otherwise I will tear them apart. My armies greatly outmatch theirs, and you will have nothing as I rip your spine from your body. You're hereby under arrest by Hawthorne, and I will be summoning the jury now." She spat before collecting herself, her nape bristling in anger as she raised her crown to the sky - Calling forth Amberbjorne and Dawnshire once more. This time surely, for a confirmation in an execution. She was sure both of the families had known already why she would summon them, Mabbit having to return home to Themis, Yesimire, and Demius - And poor Wisteria and Helius.

Lucaya;