Vanessa pendragon
The entire coliseum was still. Not a single soul spoke nor whispered, many were filled with fear seeing the once queen’s guard, turned empress hold the corpse of an angel. Turning to my right and left, I saw various faces amongst the booths with different reactions, some like oryan were in complete shock and shifted to accommodate the feelings wrapping around them. lyron was shaking, fear, the feeling I had not seen from him since before Anroa’s death. ‘Look Ro at how strong our child has become’. Lyron shared the fear I felt when I saw my husband dead eighteen years ago.
Before I could say anything, the entire coliseum shouted in praise, gathering themselves from the fear. It was more her people who shouted in praise, they screamed names only they would dare speak. Even the present grand commanders shouted out screaming the names that their fellows repeated. After a few seconds, they all repeated the name everyone would know Rias by. SunKiller.
A smile formed on my face as I watched Rias begin to move away from Imra who was knelt full of fear, feeling completely defeated. Imra even though his fear overwhelmed him, he was still able to give up the laurels he had gained through the few hours of this event.
“A strong queen. No Someone who deserved to be called empress.” At queen Ingrid Wolfgar’s words all present in the booth looked at her. She took the stares in stride and continued to look towards the moving picture that showed Rias begin to hunt once again. It wasn’t known to the general public even most nobles didn’t even know that Queen Ingrid is one of Rias’s main allies aside from Elinore and the shieldmaiden of Tramon Mordred. To some in the booth present hearing Queen Ingrid call Rias an empress was heretical.
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“Bold of you to assume that she is an empress mother.” Her second son spoke up. He faced her with that cold demeanour that wolfgar always showed on his face, you could definitely tell the son was his father’s child unlike Iris who was known to be a bastard child from an affair. The queen ignored her son’s words and continued to watch the unfolding events.
“I wouldn’t say its bold prince. Rias does rule over an entire continent the biggest of them all by a long stretch… besides, this girl has the strength to be considered one. After all what is a god to a mortal man?” castil raised his voice turning to face the prince with that manic grin he is rumoured to wear when in meetings that involve a large number of nobles or royals. Before I could process my ‘son’ calling his ‘sister’ a god in passing, Lyron finally spoke up.
“She’s nothing more than a brute.”
“Touché but she isn't your son who preys on women because has nothing better to do.” Castil made it his mission to drag Lyron through the mud using Imra’s exploitive ways of women, whenever they met as a way to defend those he respects. Castil may not be fond of his ‘sister’, but he does respect her more than the common man or noble whom he has to talk to, he doesn’t even give his knights that much respect.
“A rose of many thorns some would say.” Queen Ingrid chimed in raising her wine glass to slightly blur the world before her eyes. Still hearing all the cheers, I looked around to see Talia holding Rain, her child watching Rias beginning to fight alongside Reaper someone Talia and Rias considered a friend. Trying to formulate words to strike up a conversation I tried to speak yet I stayed my tongue in favour of keeping quiet just to enjoy the ‘play’ before us.
“What say you empress consort? How do you feel seeing Rias become so strong? Will you run from that monster?” Lyron laughed giving Talia one glance to see how she would react, but my daughter-in-law was unfazed by Lyron’s words for the most part.
“Rias may be a monster in your eyes, the beast under the bed. The thing in the closet that children hide from. However, she is a kind-hearted empress who serves her people, and would even sacrifice herself for them. She is my monster, a beautiful rose covered in thorns.” Talia took a breath shifting her gaze to look at Lyron and King Wolfgar respectfully. The booth was filled with a dense aura of bloodlust, hate and amplified by the rising fear. “I’d rather be embraced by a monster watching your kingdoms burn than serve you in any way. I'll say it one more time… she is my monster. A beautiful rose covered in thorns.”