into the frying pan

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 Her brows raise ever so slightly as the Voice says Neron has aligned himself with the winning team. She’d assumed he was playing for his own team, whatever that team may be, but it makes her more willing to say certain things to him in the spirit of negotiations and general disclosure (within reason, she’d never trust him the way she trusts her family). “Mmmm… they think themselves invincible but still view this world from the perspective of their former lives. If their assumptions are wrong from the beginning, they will always be vulnerable.” Zariah only understands one thing and thinks herself the smartest in the room. Loren can’t let go of the past. Neron - well, she’ll find his weakness, too, eventually, the same way in which he’ll search for hers. But when her goddess says she’s earned this privilege, Wessex looks down for a moment. Not in denial, but because again, joy and something else threatens to overwhelm her. Relief? No. Gratitude? No. Satisfaction? Perhaps. That all her hard work has been acknowledged - it is a priceless moment for the Queen. “It has certainly been an uphill battle,” she murmurs in agreement, “and I’m sure it will continue to be. The Old Gods don’t seem like the types to take setbacks well.” Which brings her to her next question. “So what’s next?”