“Your Majesty. I didn’t expect you’d come from New York this soon. Did the mess with the hunters there turn into something fruitful?” Nimue evenly asked as she stepped into the presence of the woman some might think of as her mother. Of course, anyone who knew Kanopia were aware that the ancient female vampire did not have a maternal bone in her body. Had they known, maybe they would have pitied the four year old siren tossed onto land and thrust into the arms of the regal blonde. And yet Nimue would have scoffed at that pity. Having parents wasn’t something she was meant for, and she often found herself thankful it was a burden she had escaped. There was no need for them in her opinion. She was better of standing on her own. Of course, what she would always remain thankful for, were the opportunities Kanopia had given her. Opportunities to build and rise in power. To become her own woman, her own powerhouse. It was after all why she remained loyal to the Vallas family after all these years. Well that and her so called adoptive mother wouldn’t have blinked before removing her head if she did anything to stand in her way. “I do hope the recent attack didn’t draw you. After all it was only a measly guard who died.”
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