Things had a habit of never going quite the way you planned, as she was learning.
Young and brash and a little reckless, she had not thoroughly considered all the avenues and possible outcomes of what it would mean to manipulate someone into seizing a crown. For instance, what to do when they decide not to do it anymore. The serpent king had seemed like such a viable option, but choosing to pass his title along to the dragon stallion had been a surprise that left a bitter taste in her mouth. She didn’t like to be surprised, especially not when it endangered the flimsy thread of control she had managed to gain.
The idea of leaving Loess had crossed her mind, but that sounded a lot like failure to her, and so, perhaps aided by a deeply rooted tenacity, she had decided to stay unless the new King told her otherwise. She assumes he would not be ignorant to her previous role, but she does not seek him out the way she has other new arrivals. If he was observant enough, he would know to find her — to either ask her to leave, or to stay.
When he comes before her, draconian and stoic, she meets him with her own analytical stare. He was older than her, and though Vulgaris had been as well — and was still so pliable within her hands— she can already tell that Castile would not be so easily subdued.
A different tactic, then, and luckily for her, fitting into roles was something she was accustomed to.
”I suppose you could say I planted some ideas in Vulgaris’ head,” and even though it is said nonchalantly, there is a curious uptilt of her lips, and perhaps a trace of satisfaction laced into the too-sweet sound of her voice. She always wondered if the snake-stallion would be irritated at taking advice from virtually a child, but it had been simple enough, and Starsin wasn’t one to pass up opportunity when it had been placed directly in front of her.
But there is a hint of surprise in her dark blue eyes at his last statement, as they hold fast to his ever changing own. He is different from Vulgaris; hungrier, with something more aggressive simmering beneath. That in itself intrigued her far more than anything, and she responds with a lilting laugh and a dip of her silver head,”That depends. Is the new King you?” Her star-studded body steps towards him, that same cavalier yet inquisitive simper perched on her steel-gray lips. ”I’m Starsin, by the way.”
@[Castile]
