no recollection nor the smell of your perfume
The Red Queen, that's what her name meant according to her father. Yet she was not treated as a Queen in her mothers eyes, not even a Princess, not even a daughter. Guinevere was so unkind to her, yet she was a piece of her. She was quite literally half of her parents, her dracarae bloodline and red coloring was her fathers original appearance before he changed, her vampirism and blue eyes from her mother. All she had was her sister, Andreja.
When she heard her fathers call, she knew it was time. Tarben was hardly fearful without Balerion, Beartooth was beginning to decline. He'd likely be overthrown from his ruling, if he didn't get himself killed first. Yet surprisingly enough, rumor had it they weren't the one to start the new drama within the packs - Sabertooth had a Prince who had stolen a claimed woman from Tarben. She wondered what her fathers plans were, but wanted to be part of it. She wanted to make him proud in a way her mother never could be of her.
"Andreja, it's father!" She called for her sister as she took to the sky. Truth be told, she hadn't strayed far from Tarben. Her trusted wings carried her up the frozen mountains, where her father and two other winged creatures sat. When she landed she could hear gray one speak. "Perhaps too long. Is the little one yours? Whatever your plan may be, I will follow you brother." Her blue eyes widened at the icy female. "She is not, but I am of his kin. So is my sister, I am Meyles." She said in awe of the woman before her. She had an aunt. All she wanted was to be accepted by her family, to be loved. And her family was growing. A smile formed on her lips as tears stung her eyes as she looked to her father. "I will fight with you, both of you."
Walk, "Talk", Think.
the day I left the womb
the red queen GUINEVERE |
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