Guilt, Compassion and A Prize Trophy

1390 Words

The meeting of clans and leaders in the great hall were about to commence and still, I was frustrated with the actions that Leonis displayed earlier in the day. I could see from the look on his face when I demanded that he take his leave that he was going to be a problem. I awaited on the seat of my thrown for the human servants to prepare the little siren to be shown as my trophy, to the clans. They needed to see that the last threat of the Human Resistance had been tamed. Not only would this keep them from questioning my authority-though there was only very little problem of that- and assuring that I would continue making the best decisions for the Demoi's future.  The area was lively with my kind and their spawn. Everything seemed to be at peace but I knew that there was bound to be a

Free reading for new users
Scan code to download app
Facebookexpand_more
  • author-avatar
    Writer
  • chap_listContents
  • likeADD