Thread: Rise to Power

With the way that Dominic had started by admitting that she'd been right about his grief causing him to act strangely, Druscilla had been certain that the day and the throne had been all but won. He's weak and stupid and naive, just as I've always known. Trampling people who got in her way had always come naturally to her, especially when it came to her youngest brother. She'd always been a bit more careful around the other two. As much as Dru despised the thought, she had to consider that the eldest of her brothers would one day rule in their father's stead, so it was to her advantage to be on his good side. As for the middle brother, well, it wasn't outside of the realm of possibility for him to ascend to the throne either in the case of some unexpected tragedy, so Druscilla avoided stepping on his toes as well. But for fate to conspire in a way that made Dominic the ruler of the Seven Kingdoms had always seemed like an absurd thought. Until it became reality, of course. Anger flared up within the Queen Regen when she heard mention of the other houses being invited to his coronation. It wasn't hard for her to read between the lines, but it was harder to hold her emotions back and keep her cheeks from flushing red. It makes no matter, she told herself, I have many and more friends amongst nearly every house in the realm, all he does with this scheme is sink himself further. That was one thing, but when Dominic began with his religious nonsense, it took all of Druscilla's self control not to jump out of her spiky chair and slap that insolent smile off of her little brother's face. It made her so mad that she didn't even register that Dom was proving that he could play the game better than she thought, elsewise she might have been more careful. Dru's eye's darted around the room as she took note of every single person who nodded in agreement with the unworthy boy king. Useless sheep. I'll have each and every one of you on your knees and pledging yourselves to me, and if you dare refuse there's plenty of room down in the dungeons. She was so upset that she accidentally pricked her thumb on one of the sharp edges of the throne. Dru snapped her hand back and sucked on the pad of her thumb while everyone began clearing the room, imagining that it was her brother's scrawny little neck that she was sucking the blood from. She rose brusquely as soon as they were alone, descending the steps in front of the throne to stand before her dear brother. Her gown was made of cloth of silver with sky blue trim that matched her eyes, and it was slashed down the left to show some leg and almost down to her navel in the front, revealing a deep vee of her pale, creamy flesh. Around her neck was a string of stunning blue opals, but in her hair she wore three black bows in honor of her father and brothers. Standing at fice feet and nine inches, Dru was already a rather tall and willowy woman to begin with, and the high heels with straps that climbed her legs all the way up to her knees only made her even taller and hopefully more intimidating. You dare put an end to my audience? Need I remind my forgetful baby brother that I am in charge here? You may have all the chats that you wish with that old bag of wind that calls himself High Septon, but do not presume to think that it means a thing. My word is law here and all through the Seven Kingdoms, not his. By then, Dru and Dom were face to face with only a foot at most separating them, and the fire burning in her eyes would be unmistakable. Do not trifle with me, you accursed little worm. Consider this your first and only warning.