Case in point: stumbling across a shack in the Outskirts that he'd heard belonged to the former-Queen.
Clement had told Dante just about all that he knew of this woman, aside from the town meeting at Theskrya house, but even that wasn't much to go on. Basically what he'd gathered was that she was a bad-ass and could probably break him like a toothpick if he looked at her wrong. Which honestly, being broken by a hot lady, didn't sound too bad.
As it was, perhaps this wasn't the worst turn of events for the youth— if she happened to be home. Clem had been vague on the details of being Ascended and what the fuck did people mean when they referenced the Voice? If anyone had the answers, surely it would be the Ascended ex-Queen. Steeling his nerves with a deep breath as one hand twists in the hem of his worn shirt, he raises the other to knock at the door.
"Hello, is anyone home?" A momentary pause. "Mrs. Wessex ma'am?" Perhaps being obnoxious ought to be his middle name.
