despite having been left alone to “cool down” the tall black mare cannot tamp down the fury that she felt building within her. once again she has become a pawn in the world of “kings.” it humiliates her. there was a time when the world had been destined to spin on her axis, she had been raised to be a queen, and now it only seemed to spin further and further out of control. it is only the second time she has been separated from kunžak since meeting him and this time it feels like something has broken inside of her. she has let the rage consume everything… has let it burn and burn and feed on every loss and trauma until she has no room to feel grief and sorrow… only anger is left.
the squalid swamp she has been lead to reeks of murky seawater and the rank musk of the bachelors who live there. she can always feel the curious eyes of its inhabitants on her back, making her skin crawl. she hasn’t exchanged words with cullen nor did she plan to. she keeps as much to herself as possible, avoiding the jeering glances of her swamp-mates, and the untoward looks that remind her that breeding season is upon them. she would kill or die before she would be forced to bear a child that didn’t have the královská krev.. the royal blood of her people. it would be the greatest shame.
when she hears a crashing ruckus stampeding through underbrush towards her she freezes. fear cannot find her and so she stands ready to meet whatever it is that emerges with the only emotion she has left to offer. when the huge black figure finally bursts forth she can feel her mind reeling as she tries to process his presence. her body softens, against her will, as she reaches out to touch his muzzle, to breathe in his familiar scent. in the next instant, regaining control of herself, she rebuffs him with a haughty snort. she feels the ugliness of her words as she forms them but is powerless against the anger that controls her. jen moje pýcha. Opusťte toto místo! Nemyslíš si, že jsem dost silný na to, abych čelil svému osudu? co moje čest? a short angry squeal leaves her lips as she stomps a hoof in irritation. she does not want his protection. she wants something she fears he will never be able to or want to give to her. her tirade is cut short as another figure approaches, a formidably sized mare who seems to have been traveling with kune.
a flash of jealousy ignites in her and her ears flatten to her skull. in her state she doesn’t recognize the filly who she had met only briefly after wasp had fought and lost to cullen over the mare merete. she doesn’t have time to speak before a screech slices through the air and she sees the stallion cullen step into the path behind them all, blocking the way back to the peak. she steps forward, separating herself from kune and putting her body squarely between cullen and their group. her voice is cold as ice and sharp as the blade of a knife despite her heavy accent as she addresses the lagoon boss. they leave here now. i stay. i have no honor in leaving. they will pass. she would drive them out herself if she had to, to maintain their safety. and if cullen did not let them pass then he would feel her fury reign down on his flesh with a vengeance he had never known.
translation- Leave this place! You do not think i am strong enough to face my fate? what of my honor?