Thread: Faerie Wonderland (Zaila and Styx)

Despite the horror happening around her, Kyria remained calm. However, inwardly, she was screaming and begging the Elders for guidance on what to do in this most desperate of situations. Then, as if her prayers had been answered, the battles stopped. Whoever was enslaved was still enslaved and what was destroyed remained destroyed, but the violence ceased and peace was available to the realm once more. Settled within the main court, on a throne made of enchanted ice so it never melted, Kyria waited for her subjects to come. One by one she assured them everything would be alright and she would find a way to restore balance between the Unseelie and the Ice Fae once more. Word came by a messenger that someone from the Unseelie court wished to speak to her. Knowing she had no choice in the matter, or else chance another war being waged, she approved the audience and watched as the figure ambled into the throne room. Narrowed, calm eyes watched as the figure bowed to the throne, a shiver snaking up her spine simultaneously. This figure, whatever it was, heralded a dark presence and caused the air about her to become cold and dead, a feeling she found quite unsettling. When it spoke its voice did absolutely nothing to sway her uneasiness, rather increased it. A simple nod was given to the creature when he spoke of her already knowing his purpose, her heart tightening in her chest at the very thought of it. Yes, I do. Now state your message. She wanted the being gone from her presence as soon as she could manage it. The longer he stayed the more hopeless she felt and it wasn't helpful in this situation for their ruler to feel like she could do absolutely nothing to stop what she feared was going to happen. Fingers tightened on the arms of her throne as he spoke so nonchalantly about the destruction of her kingdom. He was referring to it as nothing more than an ant hill someone kicks over for fun, completely annihilating the hard work of all those tiny creatures. Teeth clenched at the solution he posed and she stood from her throne, looking down at the man like a bug that needed to be squished. However, that glare soon turned to wide eyes of shock as three flames appeared on the far wall off to the side. He went on to explain what the lines signified and she could feel anger bubbling up beneath her skin. Hatred replaced the shock as the man turned, aiming to leave the throne room before turning back and asking if she had any messages she would like to convey. Her tone came out hard and angered. You tell your precious prince that if I do not come up with another solution and the marriage is made to happen, I will not be reduced to a pet. Women rule here in Tamarang and while it's the opposite in that of the Unseelie, I will not live my life by those standards. That is all. Off with you. She waved her hand off and waited for him to leave the throne room before letting out a loud scream of frustration. Two days she'd been Queen and already she had the entire fate of the Ice Fae on her shoulders. The frail fae collapsed and cried into her knees, hugging them tightly to her chest. She was young yet, only seventeen, and not ready for such mature responsibilities.