"The Madness of the Queen is the price we all must pay."
Altair gritted his teeth. He didn't understand what that had to do with him. Damn the Abyss. Damn the Queen. He wanted only to be sane, not a lesson on history. History be damned. Furiously, he opened his mouth to speak his mind, but primal instinct held his mouth shut.
No matter how Iliana behaved, she was fiercely loyal to her queen, to the Abyss. If he had criticism, it was best to leave it as thoughts.
"Master…" he had to squeeze the words out. "How does this madness help me?"
Iliana shrugged. "You've your father's nasty habit of indulging. Matters of the flesh seem oh so sweet to you, Snows. We Abyssals understand. We are no different, especially after our queen commanded that no Abyssal shall reproduce asexually. So, for the first time in our history. We indulged in matters of the flesh with men."
