searching for a home; any

[Becca]

The Golden Princess

I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairy tale, I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet, Lead her up the stairwell This ain't Hollywood, this is a small town, I was a dreamer before you went and let me down, Now it's too late for you and your white horse to come around.

Becca, flashed a smirk. Her dark chocolate lobes swiveling in Sabine's direction. Zayn was in fact right about the chambers being feircly loyal but, that loyalty only spanned to Straia their queen. Burgundy lips returned to a welcoming smile, "Oh, please. Your just sugar coating it." She spoke her words cautiously in his presence yet, with flaring confidence. "The Chambers, is not for the fair hearted. It's for equine with evil, perhaps diabolical intentions." She ended quietly seeking the eyes of Zayn. She knew too well how recruiting worked, you either get down and dirty or don't try at all.

Her silver dappled body shifted, "Nor will I sugar coat my kingdom." She spoke politely. " The Gates, is at the brink of war against The Chambers. They have already stolen our queen, and damaged our mother tree. But for now we stand still not retaliating. We believe in peace, while they believe in destruction." Her voice was laced with honesty, and clarity. While both kingdoms stood at a stand still, she only wished for Sabine to find her own home. To her liking.

"I think it is best you know what you're getting into before aimlessly striding yourself into a war-zone." She added. "For now, if you would wish to visit both kingdoms before deciding, and grab ahold of their feel. And perhaps meet their Kings and Queens. I would be happy to show you around Heavens Gates." She allowed her words to flow out like honey, sweet and thick.

becca

image © nathan walker

@[Zayn]