[AW] luminous

[Avdotya]

She lingered in the silence of her quarters as Solis took hold of Novus for another day, her gaze settled intently on the early morning bustle of citizens in the courtyard from her window. It drew a sour expression to the sharp features of the woman's face; she could not help but picture herself walking among them, another piece in the system that kept them all in line. Avdotya nearly felt a sense of shame in herself for ever having accepted Maxence's invitation into the Court, for betraying the Davke and essentially spitting in the dead tribe's grave. Her mother would be so disappointed to see her favourite daughter a focal point in the very regime they had antagonized for centuries... but would she be so blinded by her chagrin not to recognize the advantage Avdotya now possessed? It was in the midst of her thoughts that Seraphina took to the horn outside, breaking the mare's focus and capturing her eye. Ah, yes, she whispered, it was the Emissary's day of ascension. A smile, venomous in nature, twitched the corners of her velvet lips as she spun away from the window and slipped out the door. The many halls of the fortress were already noisy with the incessant chatter of curious civilians, all in wonder of the purpose of their summons. Many could assume what it was for- Maxence needed replacing, after all, and their new queen now awaited them in the morning light. The viper skulked past the crowds with relative disinterest. Many of those she passed seemed to bear questions for her while the hurried to keep pace, but they were only met with an irritated glance and flattened ears. She held no desire to sate their hunger for details, particularly now as they made their way to the very courtyard where the answer stood. Like gods-damned children, they are. Avdotya hissed to herself. She took a heavy breath when she stepped out into the open air and then paused. Seraphina already had herself an audience in the minutes it took for her to reach the courtyard, and it was steadily growing with each passing moment. The Regent herself did not wish to be any part of the focus in this coronation of sorts, though she also supposed she had little choice. Meddlesome minds would surely make unnecessary presumptions if she were to keep out of this matter, and so, Avdotya found her way to the silver woman. She placed herself just behind her, off to side and certainly not the spotlight. "Choose your words wisely," she commented idly, just loud enough for Seraphina's ears only, "lest you wish to kill a teryr to earn your crown." @Seraphina image © aapex