Mar 3, 2024 3:20:08 GMT
Post by Guinivere Marcel on Mar 3, 2024 3:20:08 GMT
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forgive my northern attitude [break]
I was raised out in the cold
I was raised out in the cold
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Guinivere plucked at the flower growing by her left arm. Another sprung up in its place. The room glittered silver under the sunlight. It had been a long day and a longer week. This was the third hearing. The hearing with the second Seelie court. She didn’t expect them to be any easier than the Unseelie. In a way, dealing with the north and south court would be harder. They pretended to be on the side of the high court, but that could just as easily fall under the rules of keeping one’s friends close and their enemies closer. There were no real allies in the faewild. There was temporary trust at best. Only history could reveal the results. [break][break]
In a hundred years, this might be history. But today, it was real, it was volatile, and it was dangerous. She was reminded of this now by the family before her. The Volkovas were dangerous. They were volatile. And they weren’t history. [break][break]
Noctis was the heir to the throne. But he didn’t call the shots. He wasn’t in charge. He wasn’t the one who would determine anything. She knew all too well how quickly their loyalties might change. Noctis might have been perfectly cordial to her during the challenge, but he had been the last king’s guard. And as soon as it was announced that she won, his Enigma finance was gone. No, Guinivere didn’t trust a family like that one bit.
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Gemini sat beside her. There wasn’t a throne for him. She offered him one. But he just laughed. There was no room for two rulers, not here. Not now. Her reign was already shrouded in so many questions, it could be a test. No, Gemini was lounging on the stairs before them, like he didn’t care at all. She wondered if that would offend anyone’s sensibilities. Julius thought it was funny. Guinivere didn’t really think about it at all. She had too much else to think about. [break][break]
”Your reputation precedes you, Your Graces,” she said. The irony was dramatic at the least. She was a queen with a dozen nicknames a week into her reign. That from her wasn’t a compliment at all. It meant two things. One, that she knew that they could be brutal. And two, that she could be brutal too.
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