I am iron and I forge myself
More than Lagertha’s feeling that the two Queens could actually grow to like each other, is her desire for War. That is her madness. Grim Reaper led the Cult, became the Dark God’s battle sister, and over a century later, her daughter would (perhaps ironically) lead the righteous against the unjust. It isn’t because she particularly feels for the Gates and their oh so noble cause, it’s because in the greater scheme of things, if she can pull this off and end up on top, her name will be written in the history books. She will do what Scorch could not.
Lagertha doesn’t want a massacre. Those are far too easy to pull off. She wants a true test of skill and courage. If that meant picking the underdogs, then so be it.
As Queens, they don’t have to explain the majority of their actions to others, let alone to fellow monarchs. Lagertha won’t waste her breath, as there is nothing to apologize or feel ashamed about. Her vote nudged the women towards the morally right, but far riskier decision. Her vote manipulated them into choosing her personal preference, though a large part of her would have loved to team up with Straia and release their minions on Beqanna. Wouldn’t they be quite the pair of dictators?
But back to business - the Khaleesi is a woman of her word, and had promised to bring the Raven Queen news of their decision. Formally, of course. Though they both know she already knows - and that Lagertha knows she knows. “Straia,” she says simply, a wry grin creeping into place. Not that she could hide anything from Prague if the mare wanted to poke around in her Khaleesi’s head, but just in case, she chooses her words carefully. Straia would understand. “The Sisters voted to support the Gates. War is inevitable, it seems.” She pauses.
The Chamber gets their chaos and for the first time, Lagertha will play the hero. Who knows what may happen the second or third time. “I will see you on the battlefield.” They both know they’re likely to escape this thing unscathed. It is only a matter of how many subjects they’ll lose and whether or not the aftermath will be overpowering. It always is. The little people die far more often than the power players. They would meet again, and at that meeting, perhaps they can align themselves on the same side. What this does mean for the moment, is that her Ravens must be evicted and kept from the Jungle. She sends a thought to Prague. Prague, please make our position clear and force all the ravens out of the Jungle. And make sure they can't come back in.
And that is all she has to say about that.
Lagertha doesn’t want a massacre. Those are far too easy to pull off. She wants a true test of skill and courage. If that meant picking the underdogs, then so be it.
As Queens, they don’t have to explain the majority of their actions to others, let alone to fellow monarchs. Lagertha won’t waste her breath, as there is nothing to apologize or feel ashamed about. Her vote nudged the women towards the morally right, but far riskier decision. Her vote manipulated them into choosing her personal preference, though a large part of her would have loved to team up with Straia and release their minions on Beqanna. Wouldn’t they be quite the pair of dictators?
But back to business - the Khaleesi is a woman of her word, and had promised to bring the Raven Queen news of their decision. Formally, of course. Though they both know she already knows - and that Lagertha knows she knows. “Straia,” she says simply, a wry grin creeping into place. Not that she could hide anything from Prague if the mare wanted to poke around in her Khaleesi’s head, but just in case, she chooses her words carefully. Straia would understand. “The Sisters voted to support the Gates. War is inevitable, it seems.” She pauses.
The Chamber gets their chaos and for the first time, Lagertha will play the hero. Who knows what may happen the second or third time. “I will see you on the battlefield.” They both know they’re likely to escape this thing unscathed. It is only a matter of how many subjects they’ll lose and whether or not the aftermath will be overpowering. It always is. The little people die far more often than the power players. They would meet again, and at that meeting, perhaps they can align themselves on the same side. What this does mean for the moment, is that her Ravens must be evicted and kept from the Jungle. She sends a thought to Prague. Prague, please make our position clear and force all the ravens out of the Jungle. And make sure they can't come back in.
And that is all she has to say about that.
Lagertha
warrior queen of the amazons