[color=#9a00b2]“My mother is well adapt at entrapping, entangling herself in a web of misery. It is her own undoing.”[/color] Her brows shrugged lightly, the witches dark grin garnering neither amusement nor disdain with the veiled encouragement. [color=#9a00b2]“I intend to have her understand a bit of what my Father suffered. It’s only fitting.”[/color]
She was an attentive pupil, asking probing questions only a detailed mind would think to ask. There were moments Adaria understood the answers given were vague, incomplete, yet in time she was confident enough that the intricacies would be revealed to her. If not by Morrigan, then by her own, careful discernment.
[color=#9a00b2]“I do not intend to be reckless with my life,”[/color] she’d assure her mentor. [color=#9a00b2]“There are too many things I wish to do, see, to die so early to enjoy it.” [/color]Her eye had never been on the throne itself, only in protecting it, ensuring this chaos ended. Her brother needed someone in the shadows, working the dark in his favour and in turn, shielding him.
Genuine amusement filled her face, [color=#9a00b2]“You underestimate my powers for genuine persuasion, but I will remember.”[/color]
This exchange was delicate, her task not impossible, but would require Adaria to draw on more than just her accolades and connections as nobility or her magic. The outcome would take time, but one caveat, one gaping wrong would soon be righted.
She was an attentive pupil, asking probing questions only a detailed mind would think to ask. There were moments Adaria understood the answers given were vague, incomplete, yet in time she was confident enough that the intricacies would be revealed to her. If not by Morrigan, then by her own, careful discernment.
[color=#9a00b2]“I do not intend to be reckless with my life,”[/color] she’d assure her mentor. [color=#9a00b2]“There are too many things I wish to do, see, to die so early to enjoy it.” [/color]Her eye had never been on the throne itself, only in protecting it, ensuring this chaos ended. Her brother needed someone in the shadows, working the dark in his favour and in turn, shielding him.
Genuine amusement filled her face, [color=#9a00b2]“You underestimate my powers for genuine persuasion, but I will remember.”[/color]
This exchange was delicate, her task not impossible, but would require Adaria to draw on more than just her accolades and connections as nobility or her magic. The outcome would take time, but one caveat, one gaping wrong would soon be righted.
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