of eagles and lambs [ALL KINGDOM]

[Sunday]

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She is disheartened at first by the calls of the sisters for war - war war war! Sunday doesn't have an ounce of ill will in her body, she shed that the moment she stepped into the jungle and became baptized by the light. It was such a strange thing to have happen, given that her interactions were laced with the wariorress strength the kingdom was well known for. Every queen she served under was every bit a warrior - with shield built out of their very marrow, hidden talents that were just as poisonous as they were beautiful.

Sunday, however, never even had an ill thought toward another creature.

"If we decide diplomacy," she allows, glad for other voices to join her own. "I would love to facilitate the discussion. And any other empath or mind reader - I think this would be a discussion that would take great care. If we are not careful we could unite two kingdoms...against us."

The thought had crossed her mind.

"I hope they wouldn't dare," she adds with her usual calm humor.

SUNDAY

never put your faith in a prince. when you require a miracle, trust in a witch