Drabble A Day Tumblr Challenge
Day Ten
Characters: Reyna, Hylla.
She hums and taps her fingers against the neatly planked wood. Very newly delivered from—rumors say—the hulking fires and forges of Vulcan himself. She does not believe and such heresy and what surely would be lies, so she rather would not mention it. It is a sacrilege, honestly, that her fellow Romans would sink that low. So she settles on smirking—just a bit; her emotions are rather unnoticeable and somewhat nonexistent, after all—and laces her fingers in that soft, elegant way that only a person of royalty can imitate to perfection.
In a way, she's rather close enough.
The other glares from her place at the floor. She looks up at that horrid, disgusting, girl sitting on a throne of gold—which she does not deserve—and sneers.
"Well, well, well," she clicks. "Looks like Little Miss War Princess is now a Queen. Would you look at that?"
Reyna opens her mouth and in that sweet—but she knows it's not, and it's far, far too sweet for it not to be called bitter—melodic—but she's never been much for singing, she can't carry a single tune, and it's all so, so wrong—silvery—but she always liked gold better, all for heroics and nobleness, but she's too, too much like a shining silver for her not to be—voice she eloquently whispers:
"Don't be silly, sister. I always have been."
sil·ver
adj.
Eloquent; persuasive: a silver voice.