let’s make a deal

You stare at the broken mirror Shattered reflections of the past I think we may be standing in the same Shadows that have been cast The words Rexanna speaks send a shiver down Zariah’s spine, though she does not move an inch. Instead she just watches and revels in the pure joy of this moment of supplication, finally coming from someone not from her family. Never again would her house kneel to another. Never again would they obey the orders of fattened, spoilt, brainless brats adorned in jewels. Now, in this place, the House Launceleyn would become the powerful leader it was always meant to be. ”Rise.” Zariah says when she is through, once again placing her fingers under the younger woman’s chin. For a moment she just smiles down at her, wickedness oozing from every fiber of her being. ”I should think there no reason to tell anyone of this little arrangement we have, don’t you think?” she said, again suffusing the woman with her suggestivity magic. ”So I shan’t worry about your tongue loosening to say it. Go collect your Bastien from the prison, and make haste in spreading the word of my good reign. How reasonable and qualified I am. How much the people’s best interest is at the heart of my actions. Sing the praises of the House Launceleyn to all, dear girl.” Zariah said, removing her hand then, still grinning wickedly as she allowed Rex to leave. ZARIAH