Bonesplinter Ravine I need to listen good,

the man offers her a dance of flirtation. that playfulness in his voice, that glint in his eyes and the flash of his toothy grin a glimpse into his true beastial instinct. it’s painfully familiar. time and time again, like a moth to a flame, the queen is drawn to men like him.

reyna tilts her head. she forgets that two can play at this game. if you truly are a guest.. she hums, playing coy for just a moment before craning her head. .. then bow. the wraith’s smile widens.

i haven’t seen you bend the knee to me. how else will i know you deserve to get a taste of my kingdom? reyna stands tall, crimson eyes eager to watch the tower fall. but she mustn’t be too harsh. even in brutes lies potential.
her commands dwindle, her next words feather-soft murmurs. please understand. far too many have come to my borders to take from me and my people. is it not my duty to ensure those that enter truly deserve to bask in La Muerte’s holiness?