WHERE: The Map Room
WHEN: Directly after Plot Drop 01 events
STATUS: @sayf-insurgent x closed.
Seladon had sent The Vainglorious to clean up that mess and handle the anxious high fae elders; storming down the long glowing hallway of the palace, silent, simmering in her rage and betrayal, her grief and guilt; her skin was glowing with its intensity. She was silent the entire way there— the room she had suddenly been spending a lot of time in with Sayf lately; it didn’t have an official name, it was often simply called the map room or strategy room; a large chamber with maps and globes, atlases, chess and board pieces for strategizing etc. It was designed for strategy and war talks, private and classified political meetings and other things of the like.
It wasn’t until the door was shut, the enchantment falling into place that made the room sound proof— did she speak. Immediately she fell to the floor, tears streaming down her face, tears of anger not weakness— tears of betrayal and loss. “It’s all my fault,” she hadn’t wanted this— she had never wanted to be High King of all the realms. It’s what they had asked her to do, begged her with their eyes, demanded and forced her to with their smiles. Had she made a mistake with the execution? All things considered she still didn’t feel that way, she had been well within her rights and the law of the courts— the summer court has killed for much less. The face of the high fae elder was burned into her mind, making her tears flow even more, salting her cheeks with grief. And to think- her godfather had been so heartless as to murder someone innocent for arrogant revenge, so heartless as to murder an innocent right in front of her. Her stomach churned. Seladon wanted something different for Faerie, something not marked by such despicableness, she didn’t want anymore wars; anymore rebellions— this wasn’t the first time in fae history that the lower courts had tried (and failed) to get the high crown. The cycle needed to end.
Taking a deep shaking breath, she wiped her tears away quickly, sniffling as she tried to calm herself, her blood singing with passionate and violent emotions.
She also sort of wanted to vomit, she felt sick.













