[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px][justify][size=10][font=georgia]Sweetophelia wasn't happy anymore, not truly. She didn't know where this feeling of dissatisfaction stemmed from but it was a very real feeling and Sweetophelia was desperate not to repeat last year's events. She had been so happy then. She had been vice-leader in BlizzardClan and third tier in BloodClan - her professional career was advancing quickly. She even managed to secure an shaky neutrality with BoneClan - when they had been a force to be reckoned with. She had a true brother in Hakunapaw and she had even had a few small romances blossoming. And then one day she decided to take off.
Somehow Tsubodai found her and she had been seduced by his promises of Targaryen princes. But now that their son sat on the Iron Throne she had not even seen him once. What had happened to restoring the Targaryens' glory? She didn't want to see him, but neither did she like the idea that she had apparently been the only one invested in their twins. But she shouldn't have expected anything more, because even when they had been "together" (a very loose term) he had been bringing new whores into his bed every night.
The memories still brought swells of hatred to Sweetophelia's heart. The BlizzardClan Head Combatant was quietly sitting on the porch of her cabin, her mouth pursed into a thin line. Perhaps she ought to visit Jaehaerys, or even Lucerys. Even if both her boys were grown she was still quietly determined to be a part of their life. Who would have thought she would have become something like Matty's mom? She had been frightened of Redlipstick in her youth but now Sweetophelia understood the truth and was even good friends with the Head Paladin. Being a good mother was painfully difficult.
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