My Precious

Oh she moved her head. Roana was not into that, especially not when the most precious thing she owned and the most precious people in her life were being threatened. She jerked her head away, scowling. Krosis was undoubtedly priceless to her, but there was no object in this world she would not sacrifice to keep her children safe. Not a single thing. Still, as she released her grip on the claymore, her hands shook. "Fine. Take it." she said her voice shaking with emotion. Anger. Remorse. Loss. Pain. This was like being asked to choose between her father, her heritage...and her children. She wasn't the best mother, but she was a good one. Then and only then did she turn her head to steal a glance at the woman who would take her inheritance. Roana memorized her features with a glare, blue eyes alight with rage. This would not be the end. Oh no. She would get her sword back. Her children would be safe. And if this bitch had to die to make it happen, so be it. Wessex roana The soul that sees beauty may sometimes walk alone