Her Downfall

Incoming

13 years later...

"My Queen," the Warrior bows down low before her throne. The Queen looks menacing, her silvery white hair is plaited back, her jewel encrusted silver crown atop her head. Her gold eyes pierce into the warrior's eyes as she commands him up.

"What is it, Warrior Odysseus?" The Queen states, as her gold eyes scan over the Warrior's messed up appearance. "You look like you were rolling in the mud, little wolf." The Warrior nods his head. "I have come to inform you that the new shipment of newbies will be in tomorrow. Are we to send them to the barracks? For we have enough space in the quarters your majesty." The Warrior hangs his head in submission.

"Are you going against my decisions on the placement of my future Warriors?" The Queen's voice is laced with dominance as the Warrior bows. "No, your majesty, I am truly sorry for questioning your intentions. I will accept punishment as deserved." She glares at Odysseus. "Forgiveness has been given. No punishment will be executed, however, never doubt my intentions ever again. You are my Warrior, not my adviser. You do not advise me what I should or should not do. You shall only fight." At that she dismisses the Warrior.

A loud laugh rings throughout the throne room. "That was the most entertaining thing I have seen all day, my lady. Odysseus almost wet his pants." Cain, the Queen's lead adviser and dearest friend comes into view, his bright green eyes twinkling. "You better watch it Cain, or I shall have your head." The Queen glowers but Cain knows she is only joking. "My Lady Mathea, what would you ever do without me?" Cain dramatically states. Mathea rolls her eyes. "My kingdom will probably be more organized you slob." At that, a rare laugh escapes the Queen as their laughter bounces off the walls. 

Suddenly a messenger rushes in, bowing low for the Queen and lowering his head in submission to Cain. He then whispers something to Cain. As he listens, a growl erupts from him. He dismisses the messenger and turns toward Mathea. "What is it, my dear Cain?" He shakes his head sighing deeply. "Cordelia is one of the incoming trainees." At that the Queen growls. 

"What the Goddess's name is she doing back?"