A Skeptical Audience

Zariah chuckled low under her breath, his incoherent mumbling a clear sign that her magic was at work. The mixture of pain and pleasure and now this suggestion made him all too easy to mold into whatever form she wished him to take. Now his fire and passion would belong to her, and serve her purposes, and it seemed his mind so weak, clear from his dazed expression and slack jaw - that she needn’t worry of any insubordination. The Queen straightened, her hand trailing over his head and hair almost affectionately as she did so, her lips curved in a smirk. ”Rise to your knee, Eli, and swear your fealty to me then. I should hear it from your own lips that it is so.” she said, waiting for him to do so. It always pleased her when a plan fell into place, but this had been an unexpected win for the day. One more person bound to her in servitude. Edrei. Peter. Remi. Rexanna. Her guards. And now Eli. What a beautiful menagerie they were. zariah If it is danger you seek, come on over. I covet tranquility but beget the tempest storm.