Raven's Watch rottning allra

For what seemed like forever, Valmúa had been stuck in a quarantine arranged by her delusional brother. Something had made him believe that she had been planning some kind of massive and ridiculously complex takeover of the Watch by use of matchmaking. In fact, the reasoning for her grounding was not important. What Stjornuati and Solpallur and Rokkvi had done, effectively, was clip her immense and fiery wings to something pathetic and foul.
Kigipigak now held no interest for her, refusing to interact with her the way he once had. Quickly and readily, the brothers had collectively turned the fire woman to an ashy dust of her former self. She had transformed with the snap of the proverbial finger from the fire woman to the poppy girl once more.
And she was fucking tired of it.
Kigipigak had whatever the fuck leeway he had, being the non-target and accessory to the offence. But she... she had lost the thing that @Stjornuati fucking knew was most precious to her. The thing he knew made her happy. She also knew very well the wrong that he saw, and any shitty pipe dream of what could be with her on top disappeared the moment that @Kigipigak left her side. She felt alone, and raw, and unloved.
The day was cold and clear when she sought out her brother. She sneered to herself as she went to him. She came to him to beg. She came to pledge allegiance, fully and surely, to his stupid, forceful power. She loved him. Dearly. The fire in her still burned and wanted, but she knew that what she wanted and what he was building could simply not coexist, and so she reneged on what she had told herself as a poppy girl long ago: you will be Queen of all.