the spoils of war // 8-11 meeting

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    The female was pleased when Lucerys came to settle his form beside her own. It gave her a sense of pride and possibly even something more though affection was hard to come by with her. Still she allowed an easier smile to pull at the corners of her muzzle before she focused on what her father was saying. There were smaller promotions and most of them from the Mallister House. She wasn't sure of that House and thus she watched them with a sharpness in her gaze. They were too plentiful for her liking but she supposed that was the way that things happened around here. The announcement of the Right Hand made her eyes narrow further. Varick Darling. He was a character that was not a mystery but also not worth being fully trusted. Perhaps she would talk to her father about that later on and she then lifted her head as her father called out the news that was most important to her. The ravenous hunger of wanting that Throne and of beating the rest of those bastard children back made a sense of dominance sweep through her form. She swayed her tail slightly and looked to Lucerys, the Crowned Prince before she leaned forward and pressed her muzzle against his own. They would make a wonder King and Queen someday. That much she had a feeling was true. She cared for him and perhaps it was shallow now, just a means to an end but maybe it would grown. Turning slightly back to her father she dipped her head. "Thank you, Your Grace. And Congratulations to those who were given status."

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    Uncle had been promoted. Finley's ochre gaze darted briefly to the albino leopard, observing the slight shift in his expression as he received news of his promotion, the look he gave to Josephine, the wolverine cub pressing closer into the side of her mother. She'd been told to stay away from Varick, and interpreted his promotion as something to be concerned about, her suspicions being confirmed as she felt Ma's heart rate pick up slightly, her muscles stiffen. But, wow. Ma was a noble now! "Congrats!" she whispered excitedly into the snow leopard's flank, the emotions upon her face shifting from concealed dread to a beaming grin, looking up at her.


    Still, her well wishes couldn't be confined to Josephine. Her volume rose as she turned to project into the crowd. "Congratulations, everyone!"