Bring the rolling thunder

Siv Helsi · 07-24-2012, 10:50 AM

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There was never, and would never be, outspoken rebellion from the Helsi woman. She was too clever for such a thing, and instead slipped in her venom with subtle whispers. She had no intention of leading, though she thought herself capable, having watched countless leaders rise and fall and proclaim themselves righteous. Her place was in the shadows, by his side, watching and listening and whispering. Kings could fall—their Council would remain, until some new King thought himself so mighty as to not need allies. She had waited long enough; what was a few more months? A year? Eris would be gone by then and her place secured.

Purple eyes, the color of a fresh bruise or storm clouds, trailed back at the words of place. Certainly she was not alone in this thought, and so Siv smiled in a way that turned her pale eyes dark. As the slave went to work, she cocked her hip to adjust her weight and folded her arms under her breasts. Though tall and massive for a woman, Siv was willowy and thin of waist. Only powerful, thick thighs and legs suggested she carried the amount of weight she did. “Where I come from,” she said, her slight accent present. “Women have always had more power than men. It is our…grace, our patience, that allows them to lead. Men are strong, but not in all things.”

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