#clestialkru

“ 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐀 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒, ”   nia murmurs,    glancing across at huron as she leans down to pick up a goblet of wine.    she’d been deep in politics planning before huron arrived,    but she’s the only one left over in the war room;   all her advisors dispersed long ago.    a drawing of the girl they call wanheda lies on the table before her,    the beginning of a hunt which will see her and her clan victorious.    “ i’d act like i’m interested in where you’ve been,   but we both know that would be a lie. ”   as long as huron does his job,    nia doesn’t give a shit about the in-between.    the ice queen brings the goblet to her lips as she raises her brows at him.    “ did you want me for something,   brother? ”