Vixen, dressed in a black leather jacket and dark jeans that clung to her curves, strode confidently into the Matriarchs' quarters. Her heeled boots clicked sharply on the tile floor, announcing her presence.
Just then Emilia intercepted her. "Vixen, I've been looking for you," she said briskly, handing Vixen a gleaming dagger. "Lady Serena requests an audience. But first, take this - you have steel in your soul. Go forth and honor what we have built together."
Vixen was momentarily taken aback by the rare show of warmth. She embraced Emilia briefly, drawing strength for the dark deeds ahead.
"Best not get caught up in bulging emotion," Emilia cautioned with a wry smile as she pulled away. "Lady Serena awaits."
Vixen nodded curtly and made her way down the hallway. The Matriarchs' wing was eerily quiet, the only sound the soft hum of fluorescent lights overhead. Her footsteps seemed unnaturally loud, echoing off the stark white walls.
