The Queen the world deserves.

EYES WERE NARROWED UPON THE blonde. Thin features lit softly in the candle light, leant back comfortably against the back of the couch. It wasn’t often she enjoyed true comfort outside the Moors — but it would do. “You do know how to make a girl feel at home, don’t you, your majesty?” She soothes. Lifting then the glass of wine she possesses to equally red lips. A hum quick to follow after. “You entertain much, I would assume?”

          IT WASN’T OFTEN THAT SHE LEFT HER castle. She was quite content without getting to see people, except the ones closest to her or the ones brought in for trial. She had never been here, but knew the master and she needed something of his. She was seeking an alliance with him. 

       Dark lashes fell against her cheeks & rose as she tried to quell the flurry of questions on her tongue. Freya paused before the golden, breathing Ravenna. The very same who had existed for years only as a memory that beat against her mind like the feathers of an owl. An inescapable mix of softness & sting when she felt most vulnerable. “ Ravenna, “ the name escaped her in one strangled frosted breath. “ what have you done? “

SHE WAS AMUSED, AMUSED THAT the woman she saw as her own sister was still underestimating her, her powers, her will to survive. So naive.    “ As Snow White killed my body, my soul survived. The mirror and I share a bound. ”    She gazed towards the mirror fondly. How fun it had been too whisper into Snow White’s ears, to be the one to make her go to the dark. 

His pack may have gotten away but that didn’t mean Jal had. His eyes had scanned the room seeing that the guards had finally left him alone long enough for some of the wounds to heal. That was until the the sound of heels on marble floor echoed throughout the room. 

His eyes were met with the cold blonde’s eyes. “I heard you had magic, but I should have seen you got muscle too.” The wolf smirked, tongue slipping form his mouth to feel the cut at the corner of his lips. 

          WEREWOLVES, THEY WERE LOW LIVES, not worth her attention, but sadly she had to, she had to give him attention. They were causing trouble in some of the small villages on the edge of Tabor, running through the forest, hunting her animals. It just wouldn’t do. 

She stepped closer to him, looking into his eyes. She saw he was attractive, long ago she could have fallen for a guy like him. Strong, dangerous, someone like him could have protected her when she was younger. Or she would have believed he could, he would have proven her otherwise, of that she was certain.

S T A R T E R C A L L .

SHE KNEW THAT THE DAY WOULD come that the other woman would come to her. She stood from her throne to approach the other woman. Queen of the forest they called her here. Feared by many, not as many as those who feared her. She knew something had happened since their last encounters. She had changed. Walking towards the edge of the stage her throne was one, she beckoned the other towards her.