Ankyra Sound now I wish to piss on his parade.

illidan spoke again, and his tones carried a gravity that erzulie felt in her very marrow. "rosalyn and i have not spoken of it," she rejoined somberly, settling herself before the boy, hunt forgotten for now. no one had told her anything; that was a great portion of her distaste and anger these days. to be wife, to be important one day, then cast aside when her lover was elevated above her and conspired in whispers with the man whose children she carried — it was all cumbersome for erzulie.
"what has happened, illidan?" she asked quietly. let him speak now; he could not add to her burdens, not with the weight she already carried, and the woman lifted her dark muzzle somewhat, waiting for whatever the young beta would say.