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Striga and Morana. Morana and Striga. Two of the four queens who over saw the kingdom of Styria, and who were as similar as they were different. The bloody warrior, proud of her feats, whose hands only curled around a sword and that of her wife’s after a battle campaign.
To those who did not share within their love, both vampire and human, they seemed to be a strange couple but it was their loss. Call it jealousy or some type of unaddressed yearning, but to Striga and Morana, they did not care for the opinions of others.
In their past lives as humans, living life was always to the demands and entitlements of others. Often times, it felt more to live by their mercies. Oh how those who looked down on them from before would be marveled at the strength and power they radiated.
Who cares if Striga was seen as brutish or warlike? It only mattered to Morana and that was more than enough validation. And who did it matter to that Morana was not a fighter nor warlike? Striga always held her wife’s opinions on the matters of the empire in the highest regard.
To the shallow eye, they would be seen as the most incompatible, but then again when did another’s opinions matter? There was a beauty that both saw within each other, for their eyes only. To Striga, Morana was the only one who’s words held the heaviest weight, even if they lived with others in their lavish home.
To Morana, Striga was more than just the protector and brute warrior of the four. She was her love, her light, the one she would follow into any battle no matter how far to the ends of the earth it took them.