THREE DARK QUEENS
are born in a glen
SWEET LITTLE TRIPLETS
will never be friends
THREE DARK WITCHES
all fair to be seen
TWO TO DEVOUR
one to be queen
On the island of Fennbirn every generation three triplets are born, all equal heirs to the throne...
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Prynn, Home of Queen Carina
"Hush Sheshu," Queen Carina whispers softly while stroking the agitated snake, savouring the bumpy yet smooth sensation of the viper's neon green scales. Her poor pet dislikes the Manor house being busy, all the servants running and dropping silverware like headless chickens. But such preparations must be made from a queens Gave Noir.
Two willowy blonde women, both with stern expressions watch the exchange from a safe distance down the arching mahogany hallway.
Octavia Arron, the shorter of the two leans closer to her sister's ear and whispers, "They have a strange bond," she pauses and shakes her head in disgust, "it is not right for a poisoner, especially such as strong poisoner queen that she is, to have such an attachment to an accessory. It is not a pet."
Andrea Arron, the calmer of the two, waves her hand in dismissal at Octavia's comment, always like her younger sister to question things that are of no prudent business.
"Stop your scrutinising Octavia, I've heard enough of your whining about her snake over the years," she snaps while keeping a keen eye on the servants preparations, "Rina could use that accessory to kill her sisters ... or you if you cause her much more ire."
Andrea chuckles drily at that but her sister doesn't seem to find it amusing. So she continues in her reassurance and certainty,
"Do not worry dear sister, it is a symbol of power, poisoner power."
Octavia still wrinkles her nose in distaste, "she behaves like a naturalist and their disgusting familiars at times."
Andrea holds a hand up at that and Octavia goes silent instantly. She knows she has strayed too far. She knows better than to anger or disobey her older sister.
The one is the strongest poisoner on the island, the matriarch of the Arrons, Andrea thinks on her legacy, it is vital that she succeed where her mother failed, she will get a poisoner queen on the throne. And then she will sit as it's Head and the island will be safely back in Arron hands.
"Octavia go see that the servants hang up the hemlock and belladonna brocades high enough over the arch to the ballroom," Andrea commands, her eyes still locked on Queen Carina, "we cannot have any empty spots on any of the walls lest the poisoners of Prynn think us paupers."
Octavia opens her mouth to say something else but one look into her sisters eyes of ice and she does as she's bids, grumbling under her breath and stomping with the dignity of an annoyed toddler but Andrea does not care. Her younger sister would not dare say it to her face.
Andrea makes her way to her young queen who looks up at the approaching footsteps, temporarily distracted from her giant viper.
"Rina it is time to get ready for your birthday celebration and the Gave Noir," she says, "do not fret about anything I have it all in hand, but I will send for Amara and Eirene to help you get ready and then Selene will braid your hair."
