SKILL Orator 4/5
morwenna watched him with the slow, patient certainty of one who already knew the answer to the questions that trembled beneath his pledge. her silver gaze did not waver, not when he spoke of death, nor when he looked at her as a man might look at a woman. she accepted it all — the loyalty, the judgment, the hunger — with a smile that was neither coy nor cold, but something deeper. something sovereign.
it is merely just bones,she said, her voice a soft crown upon the wind, her eyes turning again to the pale line of the distant mountain.
but we will make it something worth bowing toward.
there was no false promise in her tone, no gilded lies to seduce the faithless. only a fierce, maternal certainty — the kind born from a woman who had already lost too much to ever squander what was left. she did not seek men to worship rubble. she sought those who would build with her, bleed with her, live beyond her.
morwenna returned her gaze to tsukikage, and the weight of her smile deepened — not flirtation, but the profound invitation of a queen who knew her worth and demanded those at her side know it too.
come,she murmured, a command wrapped in velvet, strong enough to move mountains.
let us begin.
fade in your next? i can make a new one shortly <3