DAUGHTER OF STORMS.
Dawn, Day, Dusk, and Night.
The room quakes with the voice of gods, ancient and thrumming through her blood and bones. There is no fear that rises in answer — no, nothing at all. Her heart roars, drumming wildly as the build of anticipation is finally snapped.There is a silence left in its wake, and before her, before them all, the god finally speaks. And she could not help but feel disappointed. This was their creator? This was the puppet master behind the crossing of the sun and moon and stars across their skies? This was the father of her goddess? She couldn’t help but stifle a huff of ignited breath in her lungs. The Regent’s gaze flickered to each sovereign as Tempus spoke, even to the flower queen. She was a statue of silence, of storm-wrought rage barely contained in ebony skin. Only the warmth of her family cooled the hurricane that screamed at the god’s words, at his divine games. Is that what they were then? Chess pieces in the gameboard that was their squabbles created from his children in the first place? If that was what they were, then gods be damned. A bittersweet calmness washed across her in lilting sea waves as one by one, those gathered answered. This was what they all desired after all — a promised peace. Something seemingly unattainable, yet a wish all the same. She dared to meet the eyes of the statue without falter nor shiver as she spoke. ”I think we can all agree that peace is what we all have wanted. Whether some have done questionable things to attain such peace is in the past, and the present and future of our courts is all that matters now. We all choose peace.” For better, or for worse. REGENT OF THE NIGHT COURT
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