She picked it up, somewhat calmer as her mind began to turn. She knew that the child was not the one in charge. No, she was just a puppet. But for whom? Surely not the beasts, or the man. That only left one person. The woman; Voltaire. A sneer came to her lips as she thought about her. No true member of the Blood would go running around in pants like a man. It was demeaning. A stray thought crossed her mind. It concerned a certainly handsome male she had found. Licking her lips she crossed to her closet. Opening it revealed her clothes as well as the male hanging from shackles made from her opal power. The delightful thing was he had the power in him to break the bonds the second he so wished. Yet he didn't. It puzzled her. Rylina walked down the corridor to her room, servants and Blood alike trembling in her wake. This was who they had chosen to take her place on the throne? This child who barely knew enough about the power to speak to that walking carpet that followed her. Her door opened with a bang. She stalked through, yanking the opal from her neck as she did so. She threw it across the room, a dull thunk was heard as it hit the wall. She knew it was irrational to blame the jewel, it was only a reflection of it's owner.
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She picked it up, somewhat calmer as her mind began to turn. She knew that the child was not the one in charge. No, she was just a puppet. But for whom? Surely not the beasts, or the man. That only left one person. The woman; Voltaire. A sneer came to her lips as she thought about her. No true member of the Blood would go running around in pants like a man. It was demeaning. A stray thought crossed her mind. It concerned a certainly handsome male she had found. Licking her lips she crossed to her closet. Opening it revealed her clothes as well as the male hanging from shackles made from her opal power. The delightful thing was he had the power in him to break the bonds the second he so wished. Yet he didn't. It puzzled her.
A plan began forming on her mind. If Wilhelmina could be so easily controlled by an upstart witch, then why not by a male? He lifted his head, though keeping his eyes carefully downcast. He had learned that lesson fast. But she would need him to be anything but submissive for her plan. She humphed, realizing all the hard work she was going to have to undo. Oh, well, she could always awaken his memories if she really wanted to. She grinned looking at him.
"Nick, my darling, I have plans."
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Voltaire sat next to Wilhelmina. They were seated first, so the other members of court could be announced. The doors were ten minutes away from being opened, and to put it simply, she was bored. Wilhelmina on the other hand was beyond nervous. The only thing keeping her calm was KaeAskvi's presence. Wilhelmina sat in her chair like she owned it, however. Her hair was bound in braids wrapped around her head, and her long sapphire skirts were arranged to compliment her.
"Don't worry, Wilhelmina. Everything will go fine. The worst that can happen is someone doesn't remember your name. At which point you can yell till you're blue in the face," Voltaire said smiling. Her own dress was a deep purple, cut to show off everything in the right way. The purple seemed to bring out the red in her hair. It fairly glowed next to it. The onyx of her mother's necklace was clearly visible to everyone.
"You don't know what they're saying. They say I'm weak-willed, and that you're the real power. They say the reason you have red streaks in your hair is because of the people you've killed. They claim that the Kindred are you minions, and kill those you don't like under the cover of night," Wilhelmina turned towards her. Voltaire rolled her eyes.
"They probably also say that I eat children for breakfast, run naked through the woods, and married a dragon. Really, Minna, do you believe any of that? It's a load of, excuse my language, bullshit. All that matters is what you think, what you do. You are Queen Wilhelmina, start acting like it," Voltaire told her as the great doors were opened for the nobles to enter. Wilhelmina greeted the door with a straight back, and a fierce look of determination on her back. It was going to be a long night, but they sure as hell would survive.
Dinner had been a nerve racking affair, but it was over now, and they were mingling. Voltaire was speaking with an older province queen. She had lost two of her nieces in the Purge. She didn't seem too affected though. Apparently there had been no loss of love between her and her sister's children. It was nice to know that some of them had gotten it right when replacing the bad Blood.
"If I may interrupt?" Rylina said smiling that smile at them. The older women frowned and took her leave. Voltaire raised an eyebrow. Not a good sign.
"Yes?" Voltaire fairly hissed. Her psychic scent was funny.
"I would like to introduce you to a young male. I found him not three weeks ago," Rylina said nearly steering her towards a man who looked a lot like…
"Nick?" Voltaire was speechless as she saw him standing there. He turned towards her and smiled. Voltaire threw her arms around him, so happy to see him she didn't think about the fact that they were in court. "By the heavens, I feared that you had been sent elsewhere!"
"No, just a different court, I guess," He told her. She grinned at him, and punched his arm. She took his arm and led him over to Wilhelmina, failing to notice the satisfied smile on Rylina's face.