Dark lips smirked. She was broken from her hostility for a moment while ironic humor flickered in her. She? A leader? The idea itself was a recipe for disaster and chaos. Her desire and capability to be anything above her rank, or what she had been, was non-existent. She did have the sense, however, to recognize others had that ability she lacked (and she did not envy them). Aranck reigned with help of his power and his lies. His skills of twisting the truth to suit his needs were enough to create a standing for people to follow him, or possibly fear the consequences if they did not. Aster had the blood of an Empress running through her veins and the fire of a spirit who would fight for those around them as a sense of duty and responsibility. Pine, the heir’s companion and guard. Halcyon, build of the same material as his female counterpart with the blood of a lost ruler through his veins as well. Each of them had something she did not. They had the ability to gather support and rally loyalty around them. She did not have that trait, whatever it may be.

Her temper cool, but her face still flattened in annoyance and agitation. Her normal methods of handling situations were stripped from her and she was forced into a role she had no skills in. Finding lies, dismantling untruths. It was all so much more challenging than biting someone in the face. Do you have a spy to share to help with that? She asked bluntly, her voice flat but still a muffled growl. She was tired of feeling useless. Particularly when this was one of the first times she actually felt like she wanted to ‘help.’