Cold eyes watched the jungle as it responded to its new queen. The place had always been truly fascinating. A forever-changing maze. And yet, however it chose to morph itself, it had always been home; every crevice was familiar, every seemingly invisible path memorable beneath her hooves. She considered how the last time she had been in this jungle, a time when the crown had been hers to wear, the jungle had been this wild, untameable entity. But now as she stood here, rankless, she held far more power over it than she ever had as queen. Without her kingdom to channel her energies into, she had collected quite a number more gemstones. Now the unruly vines, low hanging branches and crafty roots would yield to her with just a suggestion. Inwardly she smiled at the thought of being even more in tune with her beloved jungle. Outwardly she remained as stoic as ever.
Her unblinking gaze turned back to the new Queen as she spoke. A plan of action. This she approved of. A kingdom needed direction. So many monarchs seemed to mill around, ever really achieving anything save for allowing their kingdoms to stagnate. A plan of action against Scythia she approved of even more. The kingdom was an abomination. She still had no idea what had gotten over the deities to think that Valkyries and Rajputs should live together in some filthy commune. The two kingdoms had, under her direction, worked well together, it had to be said, but they were opposites that complimented and contrasted one another. They were never two halves of a whole. At one of her lowest moments she had stormed (quite literally) into its depths and attempted to rip it apart from the core. It was a foolish act fuelled by a totally irrational emotional outburst. The emotions were locked back away again. Where they belonged. The way to destroy Scythia was with tactics and politics. It was the way she had brought down the South and the North during her times in power. And it would be how they destroyed this monstrosity now.
They are an inconvenience rather than a threat. They shall be dealt with promptly and efficiently. And any male who thinks he can prove masculinity through violence and cruelty will quickly find he has said masculinity removed.
She spoke without emotion, her voice as cold as her demeanour, monotone and factual. Viriarus had no concept of an idle threat, and did not waste her breath speaking anything she did not know as a truth. Life was cleaner when one dealt only with certainties.
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