[ Dracula plucks his son out of the air, looking over the half-healed wounds left from the battle. His tone had seemed dark a moment ago, when he had asked Sypha to justify his allowing the two of them to live. Now, now it is suffocating. Compelling. The kind of voice that could order someone's heart to stop and be obeyed. ]
She has been granted a kingdom of her own. May her reign be long, bloody and glorious.
[ And Sypha finds herself suddenly overcome with a need to respond to that in a particular way. Whether she has the will to resist it or not, she can hear the words in her head, in her own voice.
Long reign the Lady of the House of Justice, with her Crown of Silver and her Throne of Olibanum. ]
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She has been granted a kingdom of her own. May her reign be long, bloody and glorious.
[ And Sypha finds herself suddenly overcome with a need to respond to that in a particular way. Whether she has the will to resist it or not, she can hear the words in her head, in her own voice.
Long reign the Lady of the House of Justice, with her Crown of Silver and her Throne of Olibanum. ]