Nyimara has always been known as a ruthless queen. Blood and sweat and tears have always been the heartbeat of her throne, and now that it was back within her grasp, it was even more necessary.
The younger monarch might have turned her back on the sorrel Arabian who grimaced and winced with each step he took. Rougaru had always warned her that a weak link could easily break the strongest of chains if given the chance. She had seen it with Bjorn’s attachment to Siobhan and now Asmodeus and Marceline. Even the old wolf himself had allowed his pride to chink away at the steel plating of his armor until Solomon had bested him. Each ally has fallen at one time or another, and this… Helios should be no different. But he was.When all others turned their backs on her, it was Helios that remained faithful to her vision of the future. When Asmodeus stole her crown and sent her to Helios’ doorstep to beg like an obedient dog, the russet stallion had sworn his fealty to her above all others. When even her own children scorned her dream of a monarchy, Helios remained absolute. How could she not offer him shelter and a place for his herd?The whisper of her name on his gravelled tongue is alluring, especially with the prolonged absence of a king at her side. Paper-thin nostrils flare at his touch, arching her own long throat to place the briefest and lightest of touches against his broad chest. Muscles remain taunt beneath her velvet skin as the mahogany woman listens attentively to the Dune stallion’s recollection of events. Lucifer? A name unfamiliar to her. Dark brows narrow in displeasure as her near-black ooids glance back towards the Dunes from which the stallion and his small band had come. Ashen lips press firmly together for a moment, fighting the urge to rush headlong into the Dunes to assess this Lucifer stallion herself. She would like nothing more than an outlet for her frustrations over Asmodeus, and a good fight sounded… tempting.When Helios loosens his call for the rest of his band, the silver-haired witch shoves the idea away with a shake of her finely dished head. There were more pressing matters to deal with, and as queen of the Desert, it was her duty to see to the refugees first.A gentle smile curves across her lips as the minx blinks up at Helios from beneath the thick layer of alabaster lashes.
”Do not fret over that now, let’s get you and your herd settled before I go running off to tear a few new holes in the bastard.” She purrs, unusually long whipcord lashing lightly against the supple curve of her flank as she starts forward once more.
”I know you will need time to heal from your wounds, but would you consider becoming my second while you remain here in the Desert? I could use the help.”