i am the violence in the pouring rain
i am a hurricaneShe can’t help but laugh slightly at the comment on the Gates. Straia appreciates a blunt honesty, which Lagertha seems to have. They can accomplish so much more if they get straight to the point. Because really, they are talking of war here. They are talking of losing lives, injuring their own. But of course, all the horses of Beqanna seem to be clambering for such, and all monarchy must give the people what they want. At least some of what they want.
Because let’s face it, Straia isn’t about to let Gryffen run wild. Dear god, he’d start a war all on his own.
“I never would have let them burn it completely.” Mostly, yes. Completely, no. She’d tear all of Beqanna apart if they touched the tree in the Chamber. She wasn’t about to rip out the figurative heart of another kingdom. Not completely, anyway. Just enough to let them struggle to regrow it, certainly. But hadn’t the Chamber done just that when their entire kingdom burned? There was no magic to regrow it then. And look, the Chamber is so much stronger for the struggle.
Really, in some ways, maybe she gave them a gift.
As she suspected, Lagertha is open to ideas. “I admit, I would love to put us on the same side. We would be rather unstoppable, don’t you think?” She grins, pausing for just a moment before continuing. “Though the rather upstanding members of the Sisterhood may not agree with me there. Yet they want a raid, war, something. And neither one of us really want an army knocking on our doorstep.”
It has to be true. Yes, Lagertha has the upper hand in her homeland, but does she really want the fire and poison of the Chamber ripping through her Jungle? Probably not. And Straia really likes her trees. Standing. Not burnt to the ground. So, perhaps they can orchestrate something. “So I was thinking, perhaps you can kill me.”
Again, she pauses, really just for dramatic effect here. Why? Because it amuses her.
“Not really though. I can fake dead easily enough. We meet on the plains, you can call me out for destroying the Gates or whatever you want. I promise you the Chamber will fight back. We just have to figure out a way to get both kingdoms to the plains, rather than in either kingdom. They might be a little pissy when they figure out I’m not really dead. But I can pass it off as the Chamber decided to keep me around easily enough.” She rolls her shoulder in something of a shrug. It is not an airtight plan, by any means. But it is an idea. They get their war, their kingdoms stay intact, and no one really needs to get all that injured. Just somewhat.
Honestly, it might be a terrible idea. But they have to start somewhere.
straia
the raven queen of the chamber
