crown of roses

Sitri had to think about what he wanted to say and what she said. It made some think he was contemplative and deep thinking, but he wasn’t. He was trying to understand, he had not been taught how to speak correctly, had not been taught how to articulate, but he was learning now, he was trying. It was hard for the blood and slave borne male. Very hard for him to change around his entire psyche, but he was making some progress.

Sitri smiled ghoulishly, the scars marring the normal movement. Was a slave. Sitri was born of blood and slavery mother/father sister, brothers all slaves. Sitri was former queens consort, slave, assassin, kidnapper, whatever she wanted him to be. He was. Not Queen Jinx slave, first wolf show Sitri kindness, so he followed her. Needed new queen for old queen was gone. he grew quiet then, unsure if he would make sense, but it was the best he could do for her. He didn’t know how else to explain it to her. Sitri would have argued the fact that she thought he had a good heart. He had a neutral heart if any heart at all. He did terrible things in the name of his former queen, there was so much blackness he was fairly certain he would never wash it off, being baptized in blood and darkness as it were.