tiitanite threatens the Princess.

“ What?
Titan? ”
Stepping from her throne, Nevy stands regally; her posture erect, palms laced at the front resting just before her waist and her emerald stare falls upon the newest arrival. A creature that stood taller than even her husband – Pedri – and wore skin or maybe it was armor that gave off the glow of the moon. He resembled a knight, and yet, his air was not one of justice or peace…. he wanted something.
Her cyan brows furrowed as he stepped in even closer, the guards were at the ready as he stood just before their now Queen of the Covetess and Vengess. Her deep blue lips puckered in a sort of defiance, a facade to her meek nature.

“Who are you, and what do you want?”


