Bearclaw Valley Three Musketeers

Alliances were worthless in Raziel's mind. It only led to hard decisions and betrayal and more and more wars. Scarlett was too soft, too innocent, too pure, too green, she did not know the world and the horrors in it. She was too gullible, too naive for her own good. He would let her have her precious alliance and he would watch as it crumbled to ashes and dust and blown away in the wind, he would watch it fail and he would make her understand that alliances were not worth the trouble. That they only led to death and death and more deaths. If she wished to rule, he'll let her rule, but he would make her see the dark side to it, the side she did not know nor understood.

Raziel kept his stoic facade on until she spoke to him, saying his name and that they weren't going to create any trouble. He scoffed derisively and inclined his head towards her, teal eyes cold and unyielding, eyes of the North, of the Romans.  "You may call them whatever you like, my white queen. But you were not there when they came in, charging in like a bunch of barbarians, disregarding our borders, thinking that they're princes and princesses here, not guests in another pack's territory. You were not there when they outwardly disrespected me. But you trust them more than you trust me even after you appointed me Beta. What am I here for then? To be your servant?" he whispered all those into her ear, making sure none of the children heard him.

Then he withdrew, offered the teenagers a curt nod, bowed to Scarlett and spoke, "If I may be excused, Scarlett, I have business to attend to." With one final look at the Queen and the disrespectful bastards, he turned and left.

-Exit Raziel-