First decent fanfiction. The fuck am I doing, writing fanfics. This is pathetic.
It all started when Her Imperial Condescension approached her descendant.
It was a normal night, Feferi was sitting on the floor by her recuperacoon and drawing. Nothing out of the ordinary; Feferi was, after all, a boring sea troll. She doodled random things, from cuttlefish to striped pawbeasts. The pawbeasts always perplexed her, with their odd black stripes on orange fur. As if someone had lit fire in streaks on it.
The Condesce entered her room, smirking at the girl. Feferi looked up, a slight frown on her face. She never did enjoy speaking with her Ancestor. She placed her drawings off to the side, standing up.
"What do you want..?" she asked, narrowing her eyes.
"Oh, nothing, I just wanted to see you." The Condesce replied smoothly. Feferi looked at her suspiciously.
"You're lying. There's always a reason for you to want to talk to me." she growled.
"Do I really need a reason to talk to my descendant without being questioned?"
"Well, I'd imagine you have an actual REASON to talk to me. Don't you have another descendant to be fretting over?" Feferi snapped, growling.
"I wanted to see you. We must speak of something. Important." The Condesce emphasized on the last word, smirking.
"I want to train you to take the throne."