09-01-2018, 01:07 AM
Valeria circled the room restlessly. She loved Armande, but he could be absolutely infuriating sometimes. He couldn’t understand the wanderlust that yanked at the base of her spine. She wanted to roam, breathe such cold clean air, and drink the fruits of the Above for her very own. The throne of the Khylsty aimed to root her to the depths of the earth, but no power of man could imprison her another day. She ached to burst free. The walls loomed like caves. A growl escaped her throat as Armande began to dismiss her. She would not be dismissed!
The offer stilled the restlessness for a moment as she deciphered the words. She would not decline the offer of being treated for a queen.
She sniffed, chin tilted high. The tease did not settle well with the Eye. “Such is the nature of being a queen. The Eye demands. You will obey.” She came closer to where he was seated and tilted his chin toward her as a serpentine smile twisted her lips.
The offer stilled the restlessness for a moment as she deciphered the words. She would not decline the offer of being treated for a queen.
She sniffed, chin tilted high. The tease did not settle well with the Eye. “Such is the nature of being a queen. The Eye demands. You will obey.” She came closer to where he was seated and tilted his chin toward her as a serpentine smile twisted her lips.
The Eye of the Khylsty