"You drew our eyes." All eight of them. "We see many combatants, this year alone. No less over the course of our many years ruling, and before that when we served our sisters and mother before them."

She sips her wine, low, a oddness only where it seems to well at her blackened lips, wiped away with a careful flick of a tongue. "Are you aware of the Aranean consumption. It was Her Majesty, our Mother, who lead the rebellion. We are the last of her children."