Hushed Willows And I hope that you'll remember me,

Orlaith laughed. A sad, long, laugh, "I scream, and I yell, what else is there to do? They don't listen unless you are Queen, you're fucking majesty." Her temper had gone over the edge now, as the words that was spewed sounded like the other 'valued' her, but didn't see the way she saw it. She was a guard, protect to the willows, but how can one protect, when no one listens to a commanders words?

"I could've even get one to look at me without the title of a ruler. Even with talking! What do you expect me to do, when words fail as well?" That's how it felt. Whenever words failed, she would resort into violence, because no one else listened otherwise. Orlaith had a voice, that was never listened to- it was how she felt it was.

Even if she didn't have the title of Queen, the flaming fae- no. She didn't feel like a 'faerie' anymore. She wanted something to prove her worth. "Alright. Then you protect the borders with you words."