Breathing in; Breathing out[Heda, Ivar, Any Kingdom]

[Heda]

Heda

She doesn't enjoy watching this wretched creature all over HER man, she remains silent quieting her temper although the embers of her Jealousy burn brighter, she watches as the mare nears him, and with a possessive and quick movement she unfurls a golden flecked wing, and stepping forwards she raises her feathered appendage like barrier between the two. Her expression angered, yet remains some how still and unchanged, that glare of hers remaining passively on her cranium.

"We'll consider your invitation, but don't be surprised if we don't show up." She states, the temptation to slap that flirty grin right off of the stranger's face grows, and Heda even smiles at the thought. But when this stranger speaks, about an alliance that smile of hers reverts to angered scowl, an alliance with them? The people that manipulated them like their own personal puppet on a string, the people that threaten their lives, their kingdom. Why should they make an alliance with the devil himself? But Heda, knowing the strength of her own kingdom is limited, scrapes that scowl off of her velvet lips. "What terms?" She questions, her wing still raised as a barrier, yet lowering by the second.

Interesting enough what's said next surprises her, apparently this mare knows Ivar, and apparently she lived under the rule of his mother. Why hadn't he told her who this stranger was? The thought quaked within her mind, hazel eyes flickering about and fixing upon Ivar in a short pause before she emits her name, and her titles. "I'm Heda, Queen of Loess." She answers simply.

Go ahead. Laugh at the girl that loved to easily

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Lame I know whatever xD