It has been a long time since she has paid attention to the sound of a kingdom summons, but today is different. Today she is going to swear herself into the Amazonian sisterhood. She will do her sister proud and serve the kingdom that she had been so loyal to. She will become family to these women and she will pledge her lifelong loyalty to them. It is a nerve wracking thought. Everything is going to change today. It is time to stop the aimless wandering and time for her to actually do something with her life. She has been stagnant for far too long.
More is changing than she realizes, though. She has heard Scorch’s call right through the trees many times before, but the call she hears now does not belong to the fiery Khaleesi. Confused but not deterred from her decision, she heads toward the sound of the call. Is Scorch alright? Has Lagertha dethroned her? She knows that the two were never friends (but who doesn’t know that?), but she doesn’t believe that the warrior woman would stoop so low. Would she? Tessla doesn’t truly know anything about these women. She just knows basic names and faces of the higher ranking members of the Jungle. Today is supposed to be the day that all changes.
She finds the others with ease, and freezes as her eyes fall upon the prone form of Scorch. Standing before the fallen, heavily pregnant Khaleesi is Lagertha, the pride of a newly crowned monarch radiating from her. Was she wrong? But no—Scorch is breathing. Her breaths are ragged and shallow, but she is still alive—for now. Is something wrong with her foals? She is too far along to be miscarrying, right? Nerves course through her and she trembles; she has never experienced this before, she doesn’t know how to react. She doesn’t know what she can do to help, if anything. She has never felt so useless.
Voice quaking, she looks to Lagertha. “Khaleesi,” she murmurs, acknowledging the woman as her queen with a respectful dip of her head. “Is she going to be alright?”
Tessla
I don’t know where I’m going, but I’m figuring it out