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Orlaith had been gone from the willows for the past few days. She needed time for herself, time to dissolve all that had happened. Her stress was through the roof, trying to contain and control what was happening, and defending what was. However, it all always seemed to end in a somesort of disaster.

Because she had no power.

She gritted her teeth, thinking of the damnable disrespect she had gotten. How nothing seemed to go her way, it was so much unlike the old court, where her whims were with brute force. Now, it didn't work anymore, it caused more trouble.

She wanted to be a sovereign! To stand tall above all else with pride!

But no one listened.

She had no power. Her fangs only brought so far.. But her words was not. Or, what was behind her.

And so Orlaith trenched through the rain, and into the court. 

She had a determine look upon her face.