PANDORA WAS FURIOUS, RAGE STILL BOILING WITHIN her body from the series of events that lead her to this moment. she never wanted to go to valtolia for the joust, but decided it could be good for them. a step in a direction of diplomacy for the reclusive bergians that stayed in the north and tended to their own kingdom.
MANTICORES. fucking manticores!
and coming from a bergian born who had seen more than her share of the beasts that riddled metia, pandora was aghast. she saw fear wash over the faces of the guests at the joust, some clouding their judgement, others fueling their escape, all of which sparking a fight or flight instinct in the people of metia. pandora was not afraid to fight, but manticores were out of her depth of combat and any reasonable human would recognize that, however achilles seemed to miss that. her son, the crown prince of bergia and heir to the throne refused to back down from the fight. instead of ensuring their legacy, he risked far too much to save the southerns from demise with little thought of his well being.
the mother in her was proud that he was such a selfless man willing to sacrifice for the helpless, yet the queen in her, the piece that had to think of the future of their country, knew that it was a reckless decision that could have cost the kingdom another prince.
“i was wondering if you’d even make it back alive... with all the mangled bodies i’ve seen today, a piece of me wondered if you’d be amongst the corpses.” pandora stood from out of the shadows of achilles’ room. the mother knew this would be the first place achilles would come if he made it back to the castle okay.
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