Sunspire Mountains he threw me on the needle bed, across my dress he laid

"Warriors come in a variety of terms," she waved him off, "knights, guards, mercenaries; they're fighters." Each pack had their group of warriors, but they always held different names, but same routines. Protecting the pack, escorting, and simply being the bulk. She had ambition to be the leader of that, but as the court was all-too friendly, they didn't really have a rank such as that. 

She wanted one, however, and since there wasn't, the best she could do was become a Queen.

"Some are shitty, like the saints. I prefer one's with better morals," Orlaith said with a grin, mometarily forgetting that Riley has done a few things outside of what she particulary likes, and as well that he was a saint. He was becoming a nice distraction to her bitterness.