Boartusk Heights Barn owl

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princesita approved of qvasir, as much as agrippina could see. an exhale was given in relief for the completion of this first gambit, and wisely she kept her eyes from the sangre nueva.

but before any further command could come, they were waylaid by another of the children. a proud son of darkness, he proclaimed a stop in the name of their queen mother.

sensing this opportunity slipping like sand through clawmarks, agrippina grasped her daring. in this moment, both young were equal. but in another, the support of servitude, however tacit, might signal a challenge.

he believed himself kingmaker, your father, came mother's voice echoing across memory's hall. but it was i, dear girl. always me. i was the kingmaker.

agrippina saw the fate of such.

"princesa," the sirviente murmured politely in deep daring to cut between them with her lowly voice; "only say it, and we shall escort you to la matriarcha. we should not keep her waiting."

if the boy lied, now he must build around it. and if he did not, how could he deny willing servants accompany them to their palatial realm?

agrippina waited now for wrath or for acceptance.