She could never pinpoint why one would be so invested in a kingdom. How could one stand idly as their being walked all over like a royal's personal doormat. That's the ticket, that had always left Electra so hesitant to join such a monarchy. Once your initiated you become a pawn within the ruler's personal game of chess.
She knows what it's like to be a pawn. Chained to a master, damaged and broken. Her father used her to manipulate his victims with seduction, only to make their deaths ever so more enjoyable. She has had captives murdered upon her back, their torn jugulars spilling blood all over her body. As she trembles in both fear and shock while her father's maniacal laugh echoes cackling with satisfaction.
Never again.
Her glare hardens at the very mention of both kingdoms from the bald mare's lips. She cringes at the very thought of joining such a monarchy riddled with corruption. "I will not be a pawn." She mutters under her breath. Her eyes flickering a deep scarlet red for a few moments.
Her gaze softens, turning towards the mulberry stag as he began to speak. Her brow furrowing in minor irritation to his response. Is he fool? Can you not see what's practically sitting on your door step? How pathetic. The chase is over, she's over it, he's not worth her time. Despite the fact how rather mysterious and sexy he is. She can tell her offer is misread, or perhaps he's too smart. She smirks, a wicked smile forming on her lips, "Your loss loverboy." She teases releasing a girlish giggle as she moves on.
She's about to make her departure from the meeting when he speaks up, does she have any questions? She hovers for a moment or two before stepping back into conversation, "Scorch." She taste's the mare's name as it rolls off her tongue. "What are your kingdom's dynamics?" She asks out of mere curiosity.
Like the sweetener you are