when I am queen

Salvia Eternity · 09-01-2012, 08:26 AM

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Their return had been triumphant and a day early, but the thrill of this had worn off the moment she passed the borders. Sirius’ scent was weak, suggesting he had perhaps left for one reason or another, but doubt trickled into her heart. Doubt wove around the frosted thing in her chest like strands of ivy, but she kept her mouth shut as the goods were siphoned where they needed to go. Once this had been taken care of, she rode Nacht right up to the doorstep of the Boss.

A single sharp knock was given, then pause, and she entered. It was then her fears came tumbling down in a crescendo of silent, stark light. The room was bare, save his trunk and a parchment weighed down by what, as she found upon nearing it, was a bauble of some sort—one of his personal trinkets that she saw no value in. It was the parchment under it that so interested her, and once she had carefully freed it from below her hands smoothed open the undisturbed note. She read in silence, standing there, and the shock of it saved her from doing something foolish. It further chilled her and that cold reason took control long before she folded the letter neatly and slipped it into the leather pouch at her side.

She worked with the efficiency of someone twice her age, shifting things here and there, sorting through the treasures he had left her. It was a form of meditation, this method, and it eased her mind. They would ask her many things, and she had no doubt that some traitors would flee. This was to be expected; she was not her Uncle and she would not have her Uncle’s mercy, but she could not (and furthermore, would not) hold onto those who would not serve her.

Twin charms, one at her throat and the other balancing precariously between her breasts, rose and fell with each motion. She pulled her hair loose and ran one long-fingered hand through it. A breath escaped her. Dark tipped ears swiveled as Nacht whinnied nosily outside. She turned to him, carrying herself with the arrogance given rightly and mouthed the title to herself. Pleased by it, she mounted, spurred the horse with her heels, and rode the lonely mile home.

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