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"Worms?" the Sun queen chuckles, her laughter bouncing off the golden walls, sounding like the sweetest song. She hands the letter to Sol, who kneels on the hard ground before Helia's throne. "Oh, my she is really starting to lose her edge. I also find it quite preposterous to claim we kidnapped her little brat. That arrogant cretin handed herself over. Such a shame she escaped," all four eyes dart towards the Sun heiress, who squeaks at the mention of that particular incident. "Such a shame she had to be born in the wrong court. Luna squanders her talents. Had she been my daughter? I imagine this little war would have ended aeons ago."
That... That hurts in this surface level kind of way, Sol can admit that. Helia is not a mom she wants to impress and still, the kid in her does want her approval. But she wants Helia to approve of her for who she is, not the dumb mold her mom is trying to squeeze her into. Sol remains quiet while Helia paces. Her eyes are downcast. Her knees are starting to ache from the hard marble floors.
"A daughter like Selene... I could have entrusted this entire operation to her, but you and..." the queen dare not speak that disappointment's name, "Ugh, how you can be poured from such radiance only to be dwarfs... such is my curse I suppose," she mutters, almost seeming to lose her train of thought and forgetting that Sol is the room. "I have come to the conclusion that you are not fit for this throne, Sol. I have known for quite some time––I wish you truly could shine as bright as you are meant, but you continue to squander your talents on childish fantasies. This queendom cannot be left in your hands for a circus would surely come of it. Of course, the nature of the heavens dictate the Sun rule the luminary throne, thus I am stuck. We are stuck." (Okay, this roasting Sol session is becoming, um, super uncool!) "Thankfully, I have paired you with a most excellent match who will surely know what it means to be a queen."
Sol tilts her head. She really would love to talk, but since her jaw was sealed shut following the incident that has been out of the question. (Ugh, she's so thungry (thirsty+hungry) too... Not that she needs to do those things to survive, being a goddess and all, but still. She misses the simple pleasure of consumption.)
"This is something you shall never speak of, daughter," Helia starts, casting a spell over her daughter's tongue, "Only you, myself, and that darling spawn of Mars know this. You are to become a puppet. More than that, a living supply of magical energy for Mars. Your wedding day shall seal this fate and while you will be crowned, it is only a headpiece you shall wear. You have lost your right to this throne, this queendom."
The spell on her jaw is released and all the Sun heiress does is let it drop––she doesn't know to say. To be honest, she is sorta torn between being super grateful and super offended! On the one hand, no responsibilities are the bees knees! Then on the other hand, she doesn't want to be a living sack of nothing. She also doesn't think Mars Jr. is going to be great queen. Likely, she will just be more of the same and Sol doubts she'll be able to make anyone smile (well, her jokes are kind of funny but she's definitely not as sparkly or bubbly as Sol, queen of making people smile). Okay, so she can't let her mom do this. Yeah, that's pretty freakin' obvious. Shoot. In a rare show of desperation and seriousness, she shuffles forward and grabs her mom's skirts, begging, "... Let me prove myself to you. You said I ooze potential, more or less, let me show you that I can be that kick-butt daughter you want! I'm really smart and pretty and it would be a lot better to have an actual heiress making sure the court's affairs on in order––please, mom. Helia. I'm done screwing around. I know I've embarrassed you, but I'll do anything. If I fail, then fine. Turn me into a Sol-less sack. Take my powers away immediately if you have to––I'm serious! Just give me a shot. I-I'll be more like Selene."
But a defeatist attitude won't help either! She's gotta do this with a smile. Maybe the demon queens will see how cute and sweet she is and agree to align themselves with the Sun court and lend some troops. Never underestimate the power of pretty privilege, that's what she likes to say! So with a brave step forward, she enters ~*~the demonic realm~*~ (MWAHAHAHA!).
"Yellow! Anyone home? Anyone have directions to the palace?" Conveniently, the trees before her part and show her the path to the palace! Neat. A short half hour later and she's knocking on the gates. "Hi, Sun princess here! I need an audience with the queens. Royal to royal, yanno. Real diplomatic. Real important! Um, I'll give you a purple nurple if you don't open up." Yeah, yeah, yeah that's totally what Selene would do. Mhm.
That... That hurts in this surface level kind of way, Sol can admit that. Helia is not a mom she wants to impress and still, the kid in her does want her approval. But she wants Helia to approve of her for who she is, not the dumb mold her mom is trying to squeeze her into. Sol remains quiet while Helia paces. Her eyes are downcast. Her knees are starting to ache from the hard marble floors.
"A daughter like Selene... I could have entrusted this entire operation to her, but you and..." the queen dare not speak that disappointment's name, "Ugh, how you can be poured from such radiance only to be dwarfs... such is my curse I suppose," she mutters, almost seeming to lose her train of thought and forgetting that Sol is the room. "I have come to the conclusion that you are not fit for this throne, Sol. I have known for quite some time––I wish you truly could shine as bright as you are meant, but you continue to squander your talents on childish fantasies. This queendom cannot be left in your hands for a circus would surely come of it. Of course, the nature of the heavens dictate the Sun rule the luminary throne, thus I am stuck. We are stuck." (Okay, this roasting Sol session is becoming, um, super uncool!) "Thankfully, I have paired you with a most excellent match who will surely know what it means to be a queen."
Sol tilts her head. She really would love to talk, but since her jaw was sealed shut following the incident that has been out of the question. (Ugh, she's so thungry (thirsty+hungry) too... Not that she needs to do those things to survive, being a goddess and all, but still. She misses the simple pleasure of consumption.)
"This is something you shall never speak of, daughter," Helia starts, casting a spell over her daughter's tongue, "Only you, myself, and that darling spawn of Mars know this. You are to become a puppet. More than that, a living supply of magical energy for Mars. Your wedding day shall seal this fate and while you will be crowned, it is only a headpiece you shall wear. You have lost your right to this throne, this queendom."
The spell on her jaw is released and all the Sun heiress does is let it drop––she doesn't know to say. To be honest, she is sorta torn between being super grateful and super offended! On the one hand, no responsibilities are the bees knees! Then on the other hand, she doesn't want to be a living sack of nothing. She also doesn't think Mars Jr. is going to be great queen. Likely, she will just be more of the same and Sol doubts she'll be able to make anyone smile (well, her jokes are kind of funny but she's definitely not as sparkly or bubbly as Sol, queen of making people smile). Okay, so she can't let her mom do this. Yeah, that's pretty freakin' obvious. Shoot. In a rare show of desperation and seriousness, she shuffles forward and grabs her mom's skirts, begging, "... Let me prove myself to you. You said I ooze potential, more or less, let me show you that I can be that kick-butt daughter you want! I'm really smart and pretty and it would be a lot better to have an actual heiress making sure the court's affairs on in order––please, mom. Helia. I'm done screwing around. I know I've embarrassed you, but I'll do anything. If I fail, then fine. Turn me into a Sol-less sack. Take my powers away immediately if you have to––I'm serious! Just give me a shot. I-I'll be more like Selene."
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That's more or less why Sol finds herself at the edge of the demonic realm. 'Reason with the demon queens. Alright...' Sounds. Well, not easy. Demons aren't exactly known for being reasonable and recently they just got two HBIC who pretty much only do what they freakin' want. Basically, she's being set up for failure and she might as well start kissing her freedom goodbye (not that she ever had much to begin with) and kissing Mars' perfect butt. (Seriously, other than Selene's, she has never seen a better butt. Wow. She gets why a certain branch of authors choose to call them 'perfect hemispheres.') Ugh.
But a defeatist attitude won't help either! She's gotta do this with a smile. Maybe the demon queens will see how cute and sweet she is and agree to align themselves with the Sun court and lend some troops. Never underestimate the power of pretty privilege, that's what she likes to say! So with a brave step forward, she enters ~*~the demonic realm~*~ (MWAHAHAHA!).
"Yellow! Anyone home? Anyone have directions to the palace?" Conveniently, the trees before her part and show her the path to the palace! Neat. A short half hour later and she's knocking on the gates. "Hi, Sun princess here! I need an audience with the queens. Royal to royal, yanno. Real diplomatic. Real important! Um, I'll give you a purple nurple if you don't open up." Yeah, yeah, yeah that's totally what Selene would do. Mhm.
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