“This is insanity!”
“How can you support this?”
“I knew that we should never have trusted her!”
“What did we expect from a chaos-souled?”
The murmurs and tensions in the room continued to rise with each sentence, many repeating the sentiments that had already been stated again and again.
The Queen sat in silence, listening to her Court and her Advisors as the sound of their voices slowly gained momentum when they were not hushed immediately.
The figure in front of the dais stood straight though stiffly. One could almost see the ice forming along the figure’s outline, though much of it seemed to melt in the heat of the room. The figure hadn’t expected anyone to really understand; to them what she was requesting was cruelty in one of its worse forms.
Her eyes did not waver.
Her lips did not tremble.
The ice on her clothing and the stiffness of her shoulders did not in any lower the determination that thrummed throughout her entire being.
It was this that convinced the Queen that her old friend was doing this for the right reasons. That the figure in front of the dais had not fallen as many others who were chaos-souled had.
She was doing this not only for love but because the only other choice was no choice at all.