It was true that Xiomara interacted very little with the Inlet herd when she arrived. But it was not true to say that she didn't disrupt the royal family. The roan mare dangled the option of giving the Inlet back to Warsaw, as long as she became his queen. That means she hoped to displace Vita Nova. That means Vita Nova's children were no longer the heirs to the Tinuvel kingdom. The so-called "warrior goddess" may dream up any scenario she wanted in her head, but the truth is, she moved in and she pushed Warsaw's family aside. But Vita Nova wasn't angry with Xiomara. The blue roan mare had no ties here. She looked at Warsaw flippantly, he was merely a tool for her to use, not someone to love. Even as Warsaw listened to his genitals and not his brain as he trotted after her without a care in the world.
It was Warsaw who would pay.
The ashen mare watched as Nova stormed off with her colt and a simper of a smile crossed her lips. She'd deal with that bitch later. But if Nova thought her life under Warsaw was terrible, she certainly had another thing coming. Queen V smiled sweetly at Neon as her friend took her place at her side. She breathed a heavy sigh, exhaustion hanging on her features. Her expression stiffened however, as Warsaw appeared, and then Xiomara. She watched from behind her blue eyes as the grey stallion approached. She softened only once Ironclad came into view, and she wrapped her neck around his small body. "There's my boy." She said sweetly. "Don't worry, I'm OK. We're all going to be OK."
She watched Warsaw out of the corner of her eye, and as he moved to touch her, she instinctively stepped in front of her sons to block them from him. She pinned her ears and bared her teeth defensively. "Go stand with your fallen 'warrior goddess' Warsaw." She spat, watching him stiffly. She could see his wounds from recent battle, but she didn't care enough to ask about the outcome. "You are no king of mine."
She flinches some, as a painful cramp works it way from her injury through her abdomen. She shifts her weight anxiously as she waits for the pang to pass. Then she turns her gaze to settle on Xiomara, her eyes narrowing into tight slits. "Give me one reason to trust you." She said, eyeing her. "Or get the hell out."
Mare | Evaline x Valentine | Smoky Back Splash | 15 hh | © Vinyl |
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