Weirdblondgirl

Keeping her eyes on him, Wynn began to back away, half in the mind to simply leave. SkekSo immediately stopped, leaning to support himself against the wall, breath hissing between his teeth. She stopped and hesitated. The once-emperor looked so pathetic, so weak, she would have been lying if she told herself she didn’t feel pity. But this was no time for doubt. She had no reason to help him, and she could not help but suspect it might be some sort of trick. “Nothing to say to me?” skekSo asked, his eyes narrowing. “After everything I did for you, you would turn from me when I need help most? Was it your plan all along?” Any pity she had felt quickly evaporated on hearing his anger. “You aren’t supposed to be here,” she replied sternly. “And where should I be?” skekSo stood, hunched, he looked so much smaller than she was used to. “Dying on the rocks outside? Eaten alive by animals in the woods? Starving in some forgotten ravine?” “You could have abdicated,” she replied

For a moment skekSo froze, his eyes wide in disbelief, fingers twitching as if still grasping the sceptre. It was as if time itself had frozen, the Garthim Master was staring down the Emperor, his expression completely devoid of emotion, he made no move to intimidate skekSo but nor did he show any sign of fear. This was not just a question of strength however, and skekSo quickly regained his composure, the corners of his mouth twisting into a sneer. “So, skekUng-” he began to drawl. “TREASON! THIEF!” skekSil interrupted with a furious shriek, having overcome his initial shock the Chamberlain rushed forwards, almost tripping over the throne in his haste to grab the sceptre. “That is not yours to take!” “Are you challenging me, Chamberlain,” skekUng turned to snarl at him immediately, the plates of his armour grinding as they shifted making the Garthim Master look yet larger. SkekSil stopped in his tracks, hands still outstretched for the sceptre and eyes shimmering with rage, but