”I always did love a man’s view of how we think and feel.”
A voice called out from the shadows, a low and feral voice that seemed to bounce off of the trees that surrounded the rather large group. Slowly she pulled herself out of her hiding place, as she had not found a need until now to enter the conversation, and her heart could only swell with pride at the Valkyrie outcome. Green light filtered around the bleach-stained brunette, dark eyes shifting between each sister. New and old faces mixed to show an equal front against the foreign visitors, to show that the jungle no longer lay dormant. Each girl was empowered, a free thinking warrior which Viriarus to direct them and mold them into stronger and more lethal members of society. Viriarus was very much the Alice Paul – ruthless, selfish, yet passionate about her causes. Would this mean Sasha was the Lucy Burns of this regime? While purple and gold flags did not hang from the limbs of the jungle’s numerous trees. There was something that could be said about the relationship of the Queen and her second in command. This, of course, was part of the reason why she felt entitled to say such things to the most revered Northern King.
“While I respect all of my sisters, Rapier included, I wonder what sort of logic was used to come to the conclusion that the same Queen we worked hard to dethrone we would then put right back on the throne? When Rapier had been Queen, the Valkyries were seen as her pet – a dog she could call upon whenever she saw fit. I do not deny the fact that Rapier was a very effective ruler, and she does still deserve to be remembered for the years she spent on the throne.
Tell me, Gobardon, what good is there in letting history repeat itself?
You wish to raid the South, and offer to put someone of our choosing on the throne…. All for what reason? To have them rebel against us once they realize that independence – of being their own nation – sounds so much more delicious than being a subkingdom. Do you expect me, and my sisters to believe that Rapier will not want the same thing?”
Sasha paused for a moment, standing before Gobardon. Her face was set, not in anger but composed with a sort of regality fit of a Queen. She looked at Gobardon as her equal, for while she did not bear the title of Queen she very much had the same entitlements, and was made so by Viriarus. For a moment, her eyes shifted to Cortana and Viriarus, her thoughts having been with them so recently.
“If you wish to put Rapier on the throne, Gobardon, what case can you make in her favor. Or rather…” She paused, her attention on her estranged sister. Sasha had not gotten to know Rapier, as she had been in the Rajputs upon Sasha’s understated return to the jungle. What she knew of the former Queen came from her dealings in the South before the raid, and what she saw during her voiceless visits to the jungle. “Is this what you want, Sister? Do you wish so much for your old throne back, and wish for the same mares who took you off the throne to be the ones who help you to get it back? Do you trust us with such a task? Who’s to say we would use you to get the South and then put someone else – some other mare – on the throne? Fate is tricky.”
Unresolved bitterness saturated each word that fell from her mouth as she addressed Rapier. Sasha had been Viriarus’ choice for Queen of the South. It should have been she, and not Mystic or Tia Maria, ruling beside Zacharias. The Ancient placed herself in the spot, and Zacharias had wished his mate (though she was a former Valkyrie) to replace Mystic once she stepped down from the throne.
“What reasons do we have to believe this will benefit us in any way?”
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