The Next Generation

Zariah Be dangerous darling, for the world rises and falls at your feet. ”I see.” Zariah said with a quiet sigh, swirling her glass of wine as she looked out at the view again. The crisp fall air, the pretty orange colors of the leaves…such unsavory circumstances unfolding. ”I was hoping it would not come to this, truly, for I like you very much Rexanna.” Zariah said, smiling at her in a way that, for once, seemed genuine and honest. But all too quickly did it fade, replaced with her porcelain mask of nothingness. ”I am afraid I must insist on this arrangement.” she said, her tone firm and serious. ”You will marry Peter, and you will bear his children, by royal order. Should you do anything to compromise this, I am afraid you and your dear ascended will face serious consequences.” she said, with such an air of calm she may as well have been discussing the weather. ”I look forward to your nuptials in the morning.”