ZARIAH
"What, so you'll freeze to death in front of your well dressed children, and their cries for mommy will call in the Ursurs?" Zariah said, raising a brow as she glanced at them. Spawn of Bellamy, regardless of their mother's heritage. And here she would have thought such a talented man would have created something more...remarkable. Memorable. Children of worth. These were nothing but snivelling brats.
Though, what was to be expected when their mother was nothing more than his poor bred whore?
"So you come out from under your rock to a frozen tundra hoping your old friend would take pity and reteach you magic? That would involve you listening to me, which you've not a good track record of." she said, eyes dark.
Though, what was to be expected when their mother was nothing more than his poor bred whore?
"So you come out from under your rock to a frozen tundra hoping your old friend would take pity and reteach you magic? That would involve you listening to me, which you've not a good track record of." she said, eyes dark.
heavy is the crown
but never for a queen
but never for a queen
