Krone
you could be the king
Krone is not one to keep her displeasure unknown. So as Klaudius informs Ivar that he will not be far, she is not able to stifle the rolling of her eyes and the scoff that emerges from her throat. She looks over to him as he flaps his wings,and growls a reply.
"I'm well capable of taking care of myself. Don't bother," And she was. She always had been...and she felt more comfortable around the perfect stranger (who Kylin said was the king of Loess), than she had ever been around her brother.
Her tone softens as she glances back to Kylin and Ivar. She assumes from the way they interact, that they must have known each other for a while. She allows herself to smile, though the "watchful" eyes of Klaudius cause her to grow more and more angry with each passing second.
"A pleasure to meet you, Ivar," She murmurs, nodding her head respectfully. "No, she did not..." Her voice trails as she thinks of her emerald queen, she had never gotten an answer to where she was. "But she was not who chose me. The island did, Ischia did." She is reminded of the jewel upon her forehead, forever showing who the island had chosen to take Circinae's place.
but watch the Queen conquer