Feferi paced her room. How would she ever take the throne? She grabbed a piece of paper.
"Pros.." she wrote down quickly.
"One, I'll finally be accepted.. Two.. He won't have to die... Three.. three... Dammit!" she cursed, pulling at her hair.
"I.. I can't find any other good things in becoming the Empress... but... I have to do this. For Eridan." Feferi shoved the piece of paper onto her desk and charged out of her room. Meenah looked up from sharpening her trident, glancing at Feferi.
"Hey, little guppy. Water you doing?" she grinned. Feferi looked, before turning her head sharply with a 'Hmph!' and continued her way. Meenah gave her a questioning look, before passing it off as nothing and keeping up her work.
"Hey, Condesce." Feferi smirked. The Condesce looked at her.
"Oh, hello little Descendant. Have you made up your mind?" she inquired. Feferi nodded.
"Yes. Yes I have. I'll take my rightful place as Empress."
"That's a good little girl. We'll begin the training tomorrow."
Wow. Okay. I haven't updated in a little while. Have a very shitty, tiny chapter. :)
