Qeya River that wears the crown

her outburst, however unexpected, earns her a spare glance over a strong shoulder. paws like stone upon the cold ice of the ground, steel, unable to be moved; crimson eyes bearing down upon the queen.

the chieftain's wife. that much was true.

but behind that veneer was so much more. and looking upon her now, there is the faintest of sympathy within cold eyes. a sneer pulling at his lips, though, as he finally begins to move.

tail swaying along with the lumbering trot of his gait. he said nothing.

only turned eyes ahead and burned down the length of the river.