This crown was a heavy burden on her head, but her reason for carrying it still kept her going. Though she may not have a good standing relationship with the King, her main goal of keeping her fate in her own hooves was enough to keep her fighting. She would continue to fight savagely for her children no matter what bad choices they made in life. Ysabel fought just as hard for her dear friends. Even those who seemed to flock to evil like a moth to a flame. She desired to be their savior. They didn’t have to see it nor did they need to thank her for it. This was her purpose.
Returning members of the Cove keep challenging her guidance. She had not been the Queen she once was, but she still fought like her old self. Victory is achieved once more, but this time it was against Daciana. A mare who had once been somewhat of her equal, but always pulled ahead in the heart of Solomon. She may have disappeared many times, but that King of Tinuvel still yearns for her touch. Maybe even above anyone else’s (though no one could be certain with how many females Solomon had chasing him around). Ysabel has always seen the mare as strong and a part of her even knew there was a fight looming between them. Tension ever since she first took the title of Sovereign Queen, but couldn’t her lengthy stay be enough to make her worthy?
For a moment she thought she might be too tired to keep fighting. Ysabel knew that Daciana would not quit in her pursuit, rightfully so given her history here. Years have passed since Ysabel and Solomon have truly worked together so why keep herself here? Heavy thoughts circle her mind as she journeys to seek out the draft mare. Nothing cheerful could be expected of the conversation to come, but it needed to be accomplished. Their lives needed sorting.
It comes to a shock at what she finds in her search. Ysabel approaches the tender moment shared between Golden Illusion and Daciana, just as the golden mare offers her spot back. It was true Golden Illusion had only been a stand in, but so much time has passed and the mare has proved her worth in such great lengths. I guess she shouldn’t be so shocked considering the character of the golden mare. Illusion was such a bright soul. ”Are you sure this is what you want Illusion?” Her voice rises up above the sweet bonding of the two mares. ”Daciana has been gone a long time and you have done many great things in her steed. Many of the herd feel comfortable around you Illusion. I am positive they trust you fully. That, my friend, is the exact definition of the Consort Solomon was seeking.” Ysabel stands tall And proud amongst the group.
If she was being honest, Ysabel didn’t have the best respect for Daciana. She may admire her strength and her drive, but there were things she has come to know about the mare that set her on edge. It may be that the mare truly only cares for her own wants and wishes. There was no sense in voicing the things she learned from her distant cousin on Salem. It had happened so long ago maybe she wasn’t the same woman she used to be.
”I have grown fond of having you in the Consort position, but if this is your wish I can’t stop you.” The mare bows her own golden head towards Illusion. In her opinion, this was the Cove member truly meant for the role.