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 Wessex shrugs at the offer. “Don’t abstain on my account,” she says with a knowing tone. “It’s probably one of the few things I miss,” although if she’s being brutally honest with herself, it’s probably a good thing she could no longer get drunk. How many decisions would she have made that way, for purely selfish or petty reasons? How many drinks would she have wanted in the middle of the day, when the bitch of ruling started to grate on her nerves? No, if Neron wants to drink in his own home, let him. Sitting at the invitation, Wesex leans back and relaxes in to the chair. “I’ve traded mortal powers for divine ones. Stepped down as Queen and now answer only to The Voice.” Thinking that Neron is someone who would appreciate getting straight to the point, the former Queen continues. “My Ascended sister, Rexanna is the current leader and is organizing a council or something. I’m sure the group will be insufferable.” But you know what? It’s not her problem anymore, which her attitude clearly projects.