Lissa sighed, it had been four years since she had last seen or heard of her sister. Three years since Christian had left her, taking Tasha along with him. Two years since she had gone back onto the anti-depressants and had stopped using spirit. One year since she had spoken to Abe and Janie. Even Dimitri had all but stopped speaking to her. Lissa knew something was coming, she could feel it.
Roza slowly glanced around. Her empire had expanded greatly. The Kan Kirmizi Gul was the Empress of almost three thousand Stirgoi and six thousand humans. Roza had built herself an army and it was time for it to move. Looking over the balcony, Roza smiled, she had two things to do before they moved. Kövan and her force had joined them a week before.
Roza life's her hand and as if by magic her army went dead silent.
"My Friends, My children, welcome home." Roza began.
"It has been many, many years since some of you have been here. Our Empire has grown and it is time for us to take what is ours. A City lives and thrives just Beyond our door step, and though they believe it is well protected with their magic and there body guards, we know that this IS A LIE." Punctuating the last three words Roza paused and watched their faces.
"Tomorrow night we move, Tomorrow night we Destroy the Maroi court as it has never been touched before."
With saying this Roza turned and went inside as a roar of approval followed her in.
In the Four years that it had taken for her to build her Army, Roza was almost unrecognisable. Her hair was still long and flowing, but her eyes no longer held laughter, just a sharpness.
She dress was no longer practical for fighting and yet her black leather corset and pants allowed her all the freedom she required. A lot of the time Roza would wear her hair up, showing off her tattoos, her graduation mark and several she had received for killing Stirgoi before she was turned. A few weeks after she had returned to Montana from turkey Roza decided she want to continue with the tradition, now for every Maroi she killed she had an old small Celtic symbol tattooed on and for every Dhampir she linked each Celtic symbol so one day her entire back would be linked, but at this stage it reached half way down she shoulder blades.
Inside her Mansion, Roza turned to one of the Stirgoi who attended her,
"Go and get me the prisoner, it is time for her to be useful."
Turning to Kövan, Roza smiled,
"Well, what do you think?" She asked.
Kövan grinned,
"Perfect, we are ready to rule, we are ready."