power comes in many flavors

WESSEX after all is said and done you're just a carnivore let you in and drink my blood you're nothing but a monster There may not be a swagger in Wessex’s steps, but she does cross the Tundra’s path with confidence, a lightness in her step that wasn’t there when she crossed it the first time. Keeping a sharp eye out for Raiders and Ursurs and other things that go bump in the white, it is likely her speed which helps her cross it without incident. Trying not to stick out too much, the ex-Queen wears a fur cloak and full set of clothes, though the reality is that if anyone were to look closely enough, they would quickly see that she isn’t wearing half as much as a regular person. She crosses through the Citadel walls and heads for the hard-to-miss Palace, glittering and tall and everything Zariah undoubtedly ever wanted in her life. Coming up to the main doors, she gives the guard her name and former position in the Grounds, skipping over the semantics for now. Once inside, they show her to wherever it is they receive people, and Wessex waits, pacing along the wall of the room and examining whatever may line its walls purely out of curiosity. Oh, the trappings of money and addictions to shows of status and things she can’t imagine wasting time and effort on. Based on her surroundings, The Wraith can imagine how half this conversation will go - fortunately, her main interest lies in the other half, otherwise she would have left Rex to deliver the news.