Malocchio

“Maehr’sae hiylun’ehya.” Aelirenn says upon reading the notice, a smug smirk painting her lips.

“To applaud an Emperor that took the lives of innocent women and children deems a man fit to burn in hellfire. Those who follow sheepishly behind such a cowardly man are nothing but craven themselves.” A farmer comments to her brother, aware of the crimes against humanity so casually displayed by Antonius. “Now the Adrian refugees will populate cities not as boring, lackluster and culture-vacant as that of Helena, named after someone terribly irrelevant, it seems.”

yeah baby, +1 from mamma

Vaishnavi awoke from a damning nightmare within the evening of Khaine's disappearance. Her hair was entirely disheveled, cheeks damp from tears, bare feet carrying her in pursuit of her lover throughout the city in the late night. The druidess searched high and low for the son of Malin yet he was nowhere to be found - gone with the wind. Hereafter she neglects to find solace or sleep, unable to find herself at rest without Khaine at her side, offering silence to her dearest friends, a heart broken.

This is sexy, Zarsies.

"A random 'princess' isn't worth the time or ten thousand mina." Vaishnavi mutters to nobody in particular.