warm welcomes

ZARIAH

Feeling stiffen as she made herself comfortable struck at the tiny bit of softness she shielded beneath layers of fire and ice; a tiny bit he had once upon a time managed to bore his way to. Her hand hesitated on his face, before dropping to her own lap as she stared at him, a mix of confusion and hurt playing out in her gaze. Once upon a time this would have made her lash out - a time that this Neron likely had imprinted in his mind. Because this Neron didn't know, she reminded herself. This Neron hadn't witness and seen the way she had grown and changed - the way he had changed her.

The Merciless fell silent, contemplating her words now with great care. "I am not bringing anyone here, no. But it is certainly only a matter of time before people discover the way here I was led to. And then they will run rampant, without regard for the wishes of those here, for they lack any semblence of discipline." she said softly. "There was a tree in the Greatwood known as the Mathair. I was told to strike it with lightning. Upon doing so I suddenly appeared where I did." she explained, feeling no reason to hide anything from him.

Finally she glanced away from him, studying her own hands instead. "Why don't you keep asking questions and I shall answer. I am your prisoner after all." she said with a slight smirk and mirthless laugh. Her, a prisoner of one of her own. As if.

heavy is the crown
but never for a queen

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