I'm your Queen, you're my Ruler.
She does not notice how he associates her words with something bad. Although she had to admit that he wasn’t bad company, she also couldn’t say that she cared for him. Next to that Esileif put herself in the center of her world and even though she was aware that her world was worth nothing without others, she still had to learn a lot on that matter. And therefor she offers him a half smile half smirk in response.
His words had already convinced her, but wasn’t ready to voice it out yet. The two toned girl is silent as her gaze travels across the Gates’ lands. This could be here home, the place she could thrive and rise, the place that could help her show her potential to whole Beqanna. But most important, Esileif would be able to show that she, and not her gifted siblings, was the best. As she stands there she can feel it and even though she doesn’t see that many residents around that doesn’t mean they aren’t there. The land mourns for her loss – the previously burned lands and tree are the evidence of that – but there is also new life, new power, that silently and steadily goes for revenge.
”You disappoint me there, Magnus. But I guess it doesn’t matter” she eventually replies, turning to look at him with a small smile adorning her lips. She pauses for another moment, her eyes wandering across the golden male and rest for a moment upon his new wings. ”I would’ve to make it work myself. You are right, it is something that cannot be promised by another, as I have to accomplish those things and nobody else can in my place.” And she still could not, then she would’ve to seek for it somewhere else.
Esileif moves forward again, a calm but confident step and with her neck elegantly curved and head held high. Just like her Spanish ancestors she was a proud being, sanguineous and persistent too. Yes, she would give the Gates her all, but only as long as the kingdom could benefit her. ”Heaven’s Gates” she murmurs to herself, as she proceeds through the lands.